The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crypt-like, fungal growths bulge out of the damp stone walls, somehow displaying an endless sequence of Aramaic letters in a faint, phosphorescent glow. The air's heavy with the stench of rot and mildew, while a warm, golden light filters in through the uneven gaps between massive, cyclopean stone blocks. Umm, the sound of rushing water's muffled, but I feel a steady, electric charge tingling my skin as a massive, crystal-encrusted, stone statue of the Babylonian god Pazuzu somehow pivots on its own, as if following the movement of an invisible sun.