The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, worn stone stairs spiral downwards into the darkness, umm, like they're being swallowed by the earth itself. The air's heavy with the smell of damp soil, and it's eerily quiet except for this gentle, soothing hum that seems to be coming from the walls themselves. Shards of sunlight filter down through some unseen opening above, casting this weird, undulating pattern on the stairs that looks kinda like water, but isn't moving at all – it's just... frozen, somehow, in mid-flow. Outside, I can hear rain falling upwards into the sky.