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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air is thick with the stench of rotting flesh in a narrow, winding canyon system carved out of some sort of glossy, black rock. Like, fossilized fungal growths writhe across the surface, as if trying to crawl out of the stone itself. A massive, impossible, naturally-formed Möbius strip hangs suspended from the canyon walls, its twisted face reflecting the faint, pulsing light emanating from... somewhere. Umm, the silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of scuttling, unseen creatures echoing off the canyon walls.