The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fine, white ash coats everything in a small, abandoned kitchen - counters, appliances, and even the still, crystal-clear water in a kettle on the stovetop. The air's dry and heavy, with a metallic scent like... burned wire, and there's this pale, grayish light coming from the lone window, which is somehow reflecting the image of a perfectly symmetrical, crystalline structure that's about... half-buried in the ground outside. The kettle's emitting this faint, pulsating hum that's, like, harmonizing with the distant sound of a murmuring, Tibetan prayer chant, which seems to be emanating from the walls themselves.