The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stone slabs, like, hundreds of them, stacked haphazardly, and they're all covered in this thick, wet moss... The air's got this weird, pungent smell, like damp earth, but it's also kinda sweet, like honey... It's dark, but I can see this one shaft of light poking through a gap in the slabs, illuminating a section of the Voynich Manuscript etched into the stone floor, and it's got water dripping onto it from somewhere above...