The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's splashing down a staircase of gleaming, black stone, cascading into a large, glass-walled chamber that's partially filled with some sort of frothy, silvery liquid. The air's charged with static electricity, and it smells like a mix of motor oil and ozone, with a faint undertone of rose petals... Uh, the walls are reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors from the shifting, rainbow-colored light of the sky above, which seems to be warping and distorting, like it's being reflected off a funhouse mirror. A large, crystal monolith in the center of the room is somehow encoding the entire contents of the Dark Wiki onto its surface, line by line.