The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ornate pillars support a curved vault above a sea of iridescent mist that's filling the chamber, umm, making it hard to see very far in. The air's heavy with an otherworldly scent, and the mist's giving off this low-pitched hum that's, like, vibrating my teeth. Sunlight filters in through tiny openings, illuminating small sections of... shifting murals that seem to be rearranging themselves on the walls, reflecting various stages of what looks like cosmic birth, decay, and rebirth. Water trickles down the pillars, but somehow isn't reaching the ground.