The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, porous boulders stretch up from the ground, forming an endless series of winding tunnels that seem to shift and change like a labyrinth, and the air's thick with this heavy, earthen smell. Water trickles down through the rocks, somehow filtering into neat, mirror-like pools that reflect impossible geometry patterns, like, the Seed of Life and Kabbalistic symbols - but in reverse, with each reflection pulling light towards it instead of reflecting it away. Umm, outside it's this deep twilight, and the sky is this eerie green, with... tiny stars flickering like pixels in some ancient screen.