The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking hell... crystal pillars rise from the darkness, covered in etched symbols that seem to pulse with an otherworldly energy, duplicating themselves infinitely on every available surface, including the still air itself. The air is freezing and damp, like it's been pulled straight from a deep ocean trench. Uh, an enormous, bloated toad somehow hangs suspended in mid-air, its warty skin glistening as its own reflection spews forth replicas of itself in all directions, crowding my already overwhelmed mind with an endless torrent of warty, pulsing bodies... it's almost completely dark now.