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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tiers of dusty, decaying stone seating stretch towards the darkness of the upper levels, air thick with damp earth and the ozone-heavy scent of impending rain. Uh, the stormy light filters in through crumbling archways, illuminating deVertigo's layout mapped onto the ancient stone like it was part of the original architecture. Water drips down the aisles, echoing the sounds of far-off avalanches and perfectly tracing the labyrinthine pattern of the Ariadne's Thread myth on the stairs. The wind stirs through, creating an expectant silence that's broken only by the low hum of nearby, invisible generators that somehow hold back the avalanche above, frozen mid-fall.
