The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, morning sunlight casts this warm glow over a sprawling, ornate mausoleum, the smell of old marble and frankincense filling the air. Like, a low-pressure system's brewing outside, with dark clouds gathering on the horizon, but the atmosphere inside's super still and calm, no breeze to disturb the hundreds of candles that are somehow lit on the intricate stone carvings. A golden aura's radiating from a sarcophagus in the center, despite it being sealed tight, and water's trickling upwards from the stone floor, forming these delicate little waterfalls that flow into... thin air.