The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty water flows uphill, somehow merging into a massive, still-functional merry-go-round lodged inside an ancient cave. The air's pretty damp, smelling like mildew and wet stone, with low, diffused light coming from somewhere deep inside. A really loud, high-pitched squeak is coming from one of the merry-go-round's mirrored balls, which seems to be reflecting the wrong sky - it's showing stars and constellations, but like, from a completely different hemisphere or something... Outside, the sound of heavy rain pounds against the cave entrance.