The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, gothic arches rise from a labyrinthine library, like, filled with ancient tomes bound in black stone. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and pretty humid, with a stillness that's palpable. Water flows upwards from the shelves, nourishing crystalline formations that merge seamlessly with trees growing upside down from the sky. The sky above is a deep, burning indigo, with stars shining in the middle of the day, and the ground is simultaneously above the sky.