The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fuck... a colossal, iridescent mother of pearl-encrusted staircase spirals upward into the darkness, reflecting the faint, pulsating light of bioluminescent strands wrapped around the banisters. The air's thick with the smell of ozone and wet salt, like after a storm, and it's really goddamn humid... Uh, somehow the steps just seamlessly merge into a massive, ancient stone statue of a Baphomet-like entity, its body slowly, impossibly reforming into what looks like a Euler's totient function diagram. Shit, my vision's blurring, everything's going dark...