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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of fog-like steam writhe out from cracks in the polished obsidian floor, as if drawn upwards by the eerie, pulsating light emanating from an overhead network of bioluminescent fungal growths. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of frankincense, and it's totally still, except for a faint humming vibration that's causing tiny, ornate censers to rattle on their chains, which are suspended from what looks like a massive, crystal-encrusted recreation of the qliphothic tree of life. Water's trickling upwards from the obsidian, filling the censers with a slow, syrupy liquid.