The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, crimson-colored lotus flowers stretch towards the sky, their petals unfurling like... tiny explosions. Uh, the heavy, humid air's thick with the stench of decaying plant matter, while a dense, impenetrable fog shrouds the surroundings, making it impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction. Dark, twisted roots writhe across the surface of the murky, black water like snakes, somehow supporting a massive, crystal-studded stone door that seems to be anchored in mid-air, casting no reflection on the water's surface. A dull, pulsing hum vibrates through the air, making it hard to hear anything else.