The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, ornate mirrors hang from a ceiling lost in darkness, covering every available surface of this vast underground chamber, creating an endless labyrinth of reflections. Umm, it smells kinda... damp down here, and the air's pretty stale, with no circulation to speak of. Shafts of sunlight somehow pierce through solid rock to illuminate fragments of an old, abandoned carousel merry-go-round - the wooden horses, swing chairs, and whatnot are all embedded in the stone, like it solidified around them. In the distance, a single, tiny star is embedded in the rock floor, shining brightly.