The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the air's thick with the smell of burning myrrh and there's this... steady, pulsing thrum emanating from the ground beneath my feet. A labyrinthine, mirror-lined tunnel stretches out before me, its facets reflecting an eerie, silver-blue light that seems to be seeping from the very walls themselves – it's somehow simultaneously a perfect replica of the Chartres Cathedral's labyrinth and a scaled-up model of the Bagua diagram from ancient Chinese divination. Like, the tunnel's walls appear to be slowly, recursively folding in on themselves, creating miniature, infinitely nested replicas of the same labyrinth.