The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, an endless staircase of worn, white marble spirals down into the darkness, curving around a seemingly bottomless pit. The air's thick and heavy, with a low, constant hum that seems to be coming from the staircase itself, like it's resonating at some precise frequency. As I look up, the staircase seems to stretch out forever, disappearing into a bright, star-filled sky that's somehow shining through the stone above, with constellations rearranging themselves in real-time according to the shifting geometries of the Sri Yantra. The air's cool and still, with a faint scent of incense.