The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, powdery ash blankets the air, choking everything in this cramped, abandoned shrine dedicated to who-knows-what-deity. A collection of ritualistic Kabbalistic sigils and alchemical symbols cover the surface of an otherwise ordinary, stained porcelain toilet – it seems to be somehow filtering or processing the ashy particles surrounding us, judging by the unnervingly clean air emanating directly from the bowl. Umm... A thick, glassy stalactite suspended above slowly releases viscous, transparent droplets into the toilet's depths, releasing a sweet, disturbingly familiar scent with each splash. My head's spinning seriously, can barely keep eyes open...