The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive steel doors with thick, riveted plating and these heavy, old-school locking mechanisms... they're like half-buried in compacted, gray gravel, and behind them, a faint hum of... something, sounds kinda like rushing water, but the air's so still, I don't know... Echo, c'mon, man, stay awake, keep moving... above the doors, it looks like, uh, birds - seagulls, I guess - are flying in slow motion, just frozen, but not actually frozen, like... you can see them beating their wings and everything, it's just... they're just not going anywhere.