The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, darkness... it's so thick I feel it wrapping around me, squeezing... can barely breathe. Stars above, twinkling, like through a pinhole lens, but they're all, like, shifting, moving... it smells like smoke, heavy and dry. A castle made of what looks like solidified shadow looms above, its towers somehow rooted in mid-air, not even touching the... I don't know, ground, I guess... don't think I can keep going...