The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog pours out of an ancient, stone-lined drainage canal, filling the chilly air with the scent of damp earth. Uh, somehow the fog's moving upwards in perfect, corkscrew spirals, defying gravity as it curls towards the early morning sunlight that's slowly peeking above the nearby, crumbling castle walls. Meanwhile, cryptic symbols etched into the stones - they seem to be referencing the lost works of Éliphas Lévi - are reflecting the image of a mirrored infinity loop onto the canal's stagnant waters. The air's ridiculously still, not a single ripple in the water.