The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness of an abandoned subway tunnel envelops everything, like it's been sealed off forever. The air's stale and musty with a low-pressure system settling in, the smell of ozone and damp earth clinging to the metal rail tracks. A lone, burning candle somehow holds its flame, upright and unmoving on the train tracks, despite a constant breeze whispering through the tunnel, carrying an unsettling murmur of a droning, guttural Om; its source seems to emanate from the stone walls themselves, echoing in resonance with some distant seismic event.