The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's casting an intense beam through a series of stained glass panels, illuminating the intricate carvings on a massive, ancient door hidden behind a waterfall. The air's cool and damp, smelling strongly of moss and earth, as water cascades down the surrounding rocks. Like, the carvings on the door appear to be shifting and rearranging themselves, depicting scenes from various mythologies and alchemical processes. The door itself seems to be absorbing the water, its wooden surface slowly growing thicker as if feeding off the constant stream.