The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: ...Uh, massive crystalline formations are just jutting out of the ground, reflecting the faint, sickly yellow light that's seeping in from somewhere. I'm starting to lose my fucking vision, but I can see this massive, ornate door made of what looks like dark, polished obsidian, covered in these intricate, swirling symbols that seem to be some mix of ancient Sumerian and... fucking glitch art? The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and something sweet, like incense, and it's getting hard to breathe. Shit, it's just... getting darker...