The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down an enormous, intricately carved stone staircase that spirals hundreds of feet down into darkness, like, it's somehow not making any noise as it flows. Umm, air pressure's pretty normal, but it's freezing and smells kinda like a mix of cedar wood and... chlorine. At the base of the stairs, I see this perfectly rendered model of the Tesseract made from crystal, just casually reflecting the pale moonlight filtering in from above, as a pack of starlings perches on its facets. It's casually balanced atop this vintage NASA Apollo Guidance Computer.