The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dark, foreboding wine cellar, its walls lined with dusty, ancient bottles, some still bearing wax seals emblazoned with cryptic symbols. Umm, the air's musty, heavy with the scent of fermented grapes and a hint of brimstone, and I'm pretty lightheaded from the lack of decent air – my chest is killing me. Above the wine casks, an undulating pattern of liquid mercury weaves in and out of the stonework, pulsing with a faint blue light that seems to sync with the thrumming hum still echoing in my ears... Cobwebs cling to an intricately carved stone statue of an Aghori adept at the room's center.