The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crescent-shaped waterfall cascades into the center of a perfectly spherical cave, somehow not filling it up despite the continuous flow. Umm, these crystalline stalactites are vibrating at the same frequency as the gentle hum of... I think it's the waterfall itself, and iridescent mist is seeping from the cave walls, carrying the scent of myrrh. The air's thick with humidity, but it's really still except for these slow, mechanical contractions of the stalactites, like they're inhaling and exhaling. The sun's somehow shining through the solid rock above, casting a pale, ethereal light over everything.