The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark water rushes down a seemingly endless staircase of jagged black stone, and it's weirdly maintaining this crystalline structure on its surface even as it flows. The air's really heavy and still, feels like it's pressing down on me, and I'm getting this metallic taste on the back of my tongue...my head's kinda buzzing, probably just my health, which is still pretty rough. Above, the sky's distorted, with the stars themselves somehow being drawn into this slow, lazy orbit around the staircase, which just goes on forever into the darkness below.