29 With a horde of locals accompanying them inside, Bea piloted the Bear at 200 meters altitude slowly following the white spheres; a light shower commenced. Must be one big-as-hell cavern to contain all this, said Bea. Twenty thousand meters high or more, I reckon. No wonder it seemed that all we did was go deeper, said Alice. Im so turned around we could be on the Moon. Passing the massive central pyramid, they all took wonder at the shiny white exterior with a crystal capstone on top which beamed light up to the central sun. Many smaller pyramids of varying sizes, pitch angle, and widths surrounding it made a perfectly geometrical mountain range that almost defied imagination; pyramids melted into one another, with some having tetrahedron, octahedron, and hexagonal footprints; some were pure pale blue crystal while others changed colors as they passed. Pure Vril energy, muttered Gerlach. Mixed with telluric and cosmic energy. Impressive. Inexhaustible. Now thats engineering, added Porsche. No seams or stone blocks at all. In the distance, gentle green foothills studded with aqueducts loomed, then a city with tall buildings and spiresTurkish, Tibetan, Indian, Asian, and Arabic in style. Below, octagonal buildings and gold-domed stupas peppered the outlying areas with the open spaces lush with trees, lakes, bridges, and rows of plants; grids of flowers bloomed like Hollands tulips. Everywhere, people on the ground waved. Geer sat behind Alice. Ernst was right, Agartha is as real as he imagined. That city ahead must be Shambala, its capital. If only my fellow scientists could witness this. The locals in the cockpit all repeated the phrase: Shambala altea-onna-sah Buddhist yellow hats were tipped. I wonder what it means, asked Klemperer. As long as I can have more soup and bread Ill not complain, mumbled Porsche, winding his pocket watch. I suppose time is measured differently down here as well, how annoying. Oh, forget it.