The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, ornate fountain is spewing forth blood, like, filling this entire cathedral-sized cave with a knee-deep pool of the stuff. Umm, there's zero sound coming from it, though – it's just dead silent, with the air feeling super still and stale. Tiny, iridescent birds are landing on the fountain's carvings, casting no reflections in the "water". The air is super cold, and I can see my breath, but it's somehow sunny in here, with a warm, yellow light coming from somewhere up above the cave ceiling.