The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, interlocking stone blocks form the structure of a vast, subterranean Baphomet temple, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something acrid, like burned sulfur. Umm, water's slowly seeping from between the blocks, pooling on the rough-hewn floor, and an electric charge in the air's making the hairs on my arms stand on end. The stillness is oppressive, punctuated only by the faintest hum, like a low-frequency chanting, and somehow, a blazing, fiery ouroboros is coiled around the base of a stone altar, consuming its own tail without actually burning the stone beneath it. A diffuse, sickly green light filters in from... somewhere above.