The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gently swaying curtains of what looks like translucent skin hang from twisted metal rods, billowing out into a narrow, winding staircase that descends into darkness... The air's thick with an acrid smell, like burnt wiring, and the sound of crackling energy echoes up the stairway, making my stinging eyes water even more. Umm, water trickles in, running down the walls and pooling around the base of the stairs, as if the whole place is slowly flooding, but somehow the curtains don't seem to be absorbing any of it.