The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The faint scent of sandalwood wafts through the stagnant air in this dimly lit, underground ossuary. Uh, layers of intricately arranged animal bones adorn the rough, stone walls, somehow supporting a heavy, turquoise-hued mist that clings to their curved surfaces like an opaque, glistening film... As the air thickens with an electric tension that prickles my skin, the faint hum of whispers resonates through the still air, like an eerie requiem echoing from the very stones themselves. Shafts of faint, crimson light somehow slice upward through the floor, cutting through the swirling fog like razors.