The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring straight down the center of this hollowed-out mountain, creating this massive, glassy vortex that's somehow pulling rocks and debris upwards, spitting them out at the top of the mountain. Umm, the air's really dry and cold, with a faint smell of burned sulfur and something like... old leather? Sunlight's filtering through the thin layer of ice at the top, casting an otherworldly glow on the walls, and you can hear the constant rumble of rocks grinding against each other. Ancient, cryptic symbols etched into the walls seem to be subtly shifting, rearranging themselves.