The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, turquoise fog clings to a maze of dripping, wet stone corridors like a damp shroud, the air thick with the scent of ozone and damp earth. Umm, water trickles silently down the walls, casting a diffuse, pearlescent glow over the passageways as the sound of unseen, mechanical humming reverberates through the stillness. Shattered, crystalline spires jut out from the walls, reflecting images of constellations not visible from this planet's known position, while an unseen, impossible elevator appears to be moving between floors despite the complete lack of any physical doors or machinery. The sky is nowhere to be seen.