The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, moss-covered stones slide upwards along a slow-moving conveyor belt, water dripping from them as they vanish into this massive, rotating drum thing... the air's thick with the smell of wet earth and ozone's not present but something similar is, kinda pungent, and there's this constant low-pitched hum like thunder but it's definitely not. Sunlight filters in through these narrow slits high above, casting weird, wavy patterns on the walls. It's, like, really humid and the belt just keeps moving, stones shifting into place, nothing operating it.