The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Everything's eerily still, like the air's just... frozen. I'm surrounded by a vast, underground cistern filled with crystal-clear water that's somehow not rippling or moving, despite a massive, Baroque-style fountain shooting up from the center, and, uh, it's totally silent. In the middle of the fountain, a blurry figure - I guess that's me, but I can barely make out any details - is facing this... statue of the Qliphoth, the "Shell of God", and it's covered in strange symbols that seem to be reflecting the impossible shapes of non-Euclidean geometry. The air's thick with the scent of myrrh.