The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A narrow, centuries-old mine tunnel stretches into darkness, like... rough-hewn wooden support beams and rusty mining equipment are covered in a thick layer of dust. Uh, the air's thick with the scent of damp earth and the smell of old coal, and the humidity is stifling. The walls seem to be slowly exhaling a fine mist that reassembles into tiny, iridescent crystals that coat every surface. The silence is oppressive, punctuated by the sound of dripping water echoing through the tunnel's passages, while a faint, golden light filters in through some unseen opening above.