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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive stone doors covered in Sanskrit carvings are slowly creaking open by themselves, like they're pushed by an invisible hand. The air's heavy with the smell of old leather and myrrh, and it feels dry and stale, like it's been trapped in here for centuries. A shaft of pale, dusty light slices through the air, illuminating a room filled with stacks of ancient, cracked scrolls that seem to be unfolding by themselves, revealing pages covered in cryptic, swirling patterns that shift and rearrrange as I look at them. The silence is oppressive, and I can feel my fatigue bearing down on me like a physical weight.