The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull, golden light is filtering through the dusty stained glass above... I can feel a faint, constant hum resonating through my entire body, and it's making me lightheaded. Uh, I think it's late afternoon outside, judging from the sun's angle. An enormous, intricately carved stone door has somehow been wedged into the center of a perfectly natural rock formation - like, this must be thousands of years old or something - and a half-dozen raven corpses are arranged around the entrance, their beaks open mid-caw, like they died instantly.