The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, ornate candelabras stand on the worn, stone edges of a seemingly bottomless pit, like, each one holding dozens of candles that refuse to melt despite being engulfed in flames. A thick, waxy scent hangs in the air, which is heavy with the smell of old incense and smoke. Umm, the pit's walls appear to be shifting, rearranging the intricate carvings of Kabbalistic symbols and cryptic warnings in ancient Sumerian. The flames are somehow not casting any shadows, despite the pit being the only source of light in the darkness.