The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes continue to fall around me as I'm somehow not changing elevation, despite walking up what seems to be a very normal staircase made of yellow brick. Umm, the air pressure's still normal, the pulsating electric charge remains, and it's still freezing. Like, the stairwell leads directly into the maw of some massive, ancient satellite launch vehicle that's just... stuck, partially embedded, in the face of a sheer granite cliff, covered in rust and old memes etched into its metal hull - Success Kid giving a thumbs-up, Grumpy Cat looking displeased.