The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive, ornate door made of what looks like polished obsidian is embedded in the side of a sheer, crystalline cliff face, surrounded by an endless expanse of iridescent, swirling mist that's giving off this weird, pulsating hum. Schools of bioluminescent, winged creatures that look like they're made of shifting, fractal patterns are darting around the door, which is covered in cryptic symbols that seem to be referencing the Cicada 3301 ARG. The air's super still, and it smells like ozone-free dry air, but the sun's hovering just above the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything... and the door's slowly opening by itself.