The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down an infinite staircase of black, polished stone that spirals deep into the earth, uh, somehow it just keeps going without any visible support. The air's crisp, with a hint of something sweet like rose petals, and it's charged with a low, buzzing energy. As the staircase descends, the sound of dripping water gives way to this low, pulsing hum – like it's synchronizing with the swirling vortex I saw earlier. The impossible latticework of water arches that defy gravity are visible in the distance, silhouetted against a burning crimson sky.