The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A labyrinthine network of crimson sandstone canyons stretches before me, their twisting passages somehow folding in upon themselves like a Klein bottle. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone, with a faint, pulsating hum like...a bass note echoing off the canyon walls. The sky above appears to be a deep, burning crimson, with what looks like the blazing image of the Ouroboros emblazoned across the sun, which seems to be slowly devouring its own tail. Shadows seem to be coalescing into grotesque, sentinel-like formations along the canyon walls.