The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, in the center of this, like, super minimalist concrete chamber, a blurry figure is sitting on a steel chair, and I guess that's me, but it's really hard to make out. The air's pretty dry and the smell of fresh concrete is still strong, like it was just poured yesterday. The only sound is this low-pitched hum, kinda like a giant induction coil, and it's like, mid-morning, with a thin strip of sunlight coming in through the narrow slot window high up on one side, illuminating this, uh, weird Escher-like staircase that seems to be looping back into itself.