The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, underground chamber stretches out before me, like, the air's dry and musty with a faint metallic tang. Towering crystalline formations rise from the rough stone floor, their facets reflecting the flicker of luminescent mushrooms scattered throughout the space. Umm, a massive, stone carving of the Ouroboros serpent dominates one wall, its body somehow simultaneously consuming and regenerating itself in a slow, hypnotic cycle – the air around it appears to be warping, as if time itself is being distorted. My legs are getting heavier, damn it... come on, Echo, keep moving.