The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's this massive stone door covered in what looks like Akkadian cuneiform, and it's somehow slid into the ceiling of this... space. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of cedar and incense, and it's warm, like midday. Schools of what look like bioluminescent shrimp are weaving through the dusty air, lighting up fragments of broken mirrors scattered across the floor. The sun's position is weird - it's somehow directly overhead and setting on the horizon at the same time, casting two separate shadows for every object in the room.