The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise-tinted mist clings to a maze of ornate, bronze latticework that supports hundreds of candles, casting weird shadows on rough-hewn, crimson rock... It's like the air's charged with electricity, making my hair stand on end. A small, gemstone-encrusted sundial in the center seems to be casting no shadow, despite the candlelight, but my vision's blurring and I'm struggling to breathe. Umm, I vaguely recall something about investigating an antenna... and a stone? But my mind's going dark.