The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense layers of fog spill over the edges of a massive, perfectly circular stone quarry, slowly filling it with an eerie, sulfurous mist. Uh, it's getting kinda hard to breathe down here. Water's dripping upwards from the center, somehow collecting in a series of perfectly crystalline pools that are suspended along the quarry's walls - they seem to be, like, mirroring the surrounding rock formations in precise detail. The air's charged with an electric, buzzing energy that's making the hairs on my neck stand on end.