The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a worn, metal spiral staircase disappears into darkness above, its base somehow sunk into a sea of pale yellow salt. The air's dry, with a sharp smell of ozone, and every breath is torture - like, my lungs are burning. The staircase appears to be slowly unraveling from the bottom up, threads of metal peeling away like a spool of wire... I don't know how much longer I can keep moving, I'm seriously struggling to stay awake.