The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, worn steps descend into darkness, covered in a fine layer of powdery dust that's somehow completely still, despite a gentle breeze blowing from... somewhere. Uh, air's kinda stale, but it's got this faint, metallic tang, and I can taste it, like it's seeping into my mouth. I'm feeling pretty dizzy, gotta sit down... somehow, water's slowly seeping out of the stone, flowing upwards against the steps, like it's being pulled back into the darkness above, but, umm, without any actual gravity or force behind it, just quietly trickling upwards...