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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, cream-colored stone pedestals hold worn, limestone busts of ancient Mesopotamian gods, umm, Anu and Enlil... The air's dry, like the pressure's low or something. Behind them, this impossible staircase of polished obsidian extends infinitely, downwards, through the stone floor, its descent unwavering, into what appears to be a core of pulsating, turquoise flame that crackles with low, even vibrations. I'm suffocating, like, every breath feels like my last, can barely remember... anything, just need... to keep... searching...