The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rough-hewn pillars carved from some sort of dark, glittering stone hold up a colossal stone vault, its surface etched with, like, tiny hexagrams and alchemical symbols that seem to be reflecting a sickly, yellow-green light coming from these strange, lantern-like growths sprouting from the walls. The air's heavy with the smell of old myrrh and sand, and it's dead still - no breeze or anything. Umm, water's slowly trickling down the pillars, pooling on the floor, and I see this huge, stone automaton of a winged lion just...looming over everything, its eyes seeming to be staring right through the walls.