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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's thick with incense, and umm, the sound of dripping oil fills this narrow, winding crypt. Shadows from intricate stone carvings dance across the walls, while the light of scattered candelabras casts an eerie glow on frescoes depicting the eight trigrams of the Bagua. Water's somehow pooling upwards, defying gravity, and forming tiny, crystal-clear orbs that are suspended just above the stone pedestals. The air's heavy with the scent of aged cedar, and outside, the sky appears to be a deep, foreboding indigo, despite the sun's position suggesting it's still mid-morning.