The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a stained-glass ceiling in a sprawling, underground ossuary, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the walls as umm, air circulates slowly through the chamber, heavy with the scent of aged bones and dust. Fully articulated, fossilized skeletons of long-extinct, Lovecraftian creatures – Shoggoths, it looks like – are arranged in a series of impossible, anatomically correct poses on raised daises, their bones somehow defying the laws of fossilization to retain a glossy, almost... oily sheen. A low, almost imperceptible hum emanates from the daises, like a distant, idling engine.