The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining down on a massive, sprawling, ivy-covered mausoleum... with these intricate stone carvings of, like, snakes and other ancient symbols etched into the facade. The air's really still and musty, smells kinda... earthy, and my lungs are seriously burning from the strain; I'm getting really lightheaded, having trouble focusing. This mausoleum's somehow embedded in a giant crystal cave, and, like, the sound of whispering is echoing off the walls, but it's coming from, uh, a swarm of dead moths suspended mid-air, just kinda... stuck there, like they're in amber or something.