The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's just streaming down a series of these massive, intricately carved Aztec steps that descend into darkness, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and like... ozone. The steps are covered in moss, ferns, and what looks like an insane amount of BAYC NFT stickers somehow stuck to the stone, and the sound of low-rumbling thunder echoes through the cavernous space. Uh, above the steps, an absolutely still, giant vortex of swirling iridescent gas just hovers, casting no shadows on the surrounding stone. Seagulls keep swooping down into the darkness at the base of the steps, completely unphased by the eerie silence.