The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, I've got sunlight filtering down from a stained glass dome high above, casting multicolored shadows on the intricately carved stone sarcophagi scattered across the floor. The air is still and dry, with a faint scent of myrrh, like it's a tomb or something. Shards of iridescent opal are slowly extruding from the mouths of these... lion-like statues that seem to be watching the entrance, their eyes gleaming with an unnatural intensity in the soft, mid-morning light. A waterfall cascades down the far wall, except instead of water, it's like liquid silver, and it doesn't make any sound.