The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness surrounds me, only illuminated by a faint, crimson light that seeps through cracks in this... massive, ancient mausoleum. Uh, the air's stale and heavy, with the smell of damp stone and old incense hanging thick, totally still, like there's no breeze at all. A low hum resonates through the space, kinda like the vibration of some unseen engine, but I see no machinery, only crypts covered in dust, their stone tops slightly askew, as if shifted by some gentle, invisible hand. And, somehow, a small section of the night sky hangs inside, just above the farthest crypt.