The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours out of the cracks in a massive, ancient, stone door, like, carved with symbols from some lost language. The air's thick with an electric charge and the smell of wet earth as the pale morning light casts long shadows across the dusty, barren landscape. Umm, the sun's pretty high in the sky, and I can feel the heat radiating off the door as it slowly opens by itself, revealing a staircase that descends into darkness. The sound of rushing water grows louder, and I can see tiny, luminescent threads weaving themselves into the stone steps.