The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sleek, retro-futuristic skyscraper stretches high into a sickly yellow sky, piercing the clouds like a shard of glass. Umm, the air's thick with an otherworldly silence, no sound whatsoever, not even the hum of the skyscraper's machinery. Water pours in through a hole at the very top, cascading down a spiral staircase that somehow goes on for miles without ever actually connecting to anything, just looping back into itself like a Möbius strip. It's nighttime, but a faint glow emanates from the stairs, casting an eerie light on everything.