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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, everything's shrouded in this perpetual twilight... I'm surrounded by a sprawling, overgrown necropolis with ancient mausoleums that stretch like giants towards the grey-brown sky, where constellations are etched in like bloody scars. In the center, there's a blurry figure – I guess that's me or something, but it's distorted like a reflection on rippling oil, and I can't make out any details – and it's standing in front of this massive stone monument covered in vines and arcane glyphs from the Picatrix, and the air's heavy with damp earth and ozone. Schools of shadowy, humanoid figures with no discernible features are emerging from the mausoleum doors like... they just live here or something.
