The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, ornate door made of some sort of dark, glassy material is slowly creaking open by itself... and it's like, reflecting the pale light of a crescent moon that seems to be stuck in the sky, even though it's definitely daytime. The air's still and heavy with this sweet, almost perfume-like scent that's making my head spin even more, and I can feel the weight of my own fatigue bearing down on me. A sprawling, impossible cityscape stretches out beyond the door, with buildings that seem to be growing organically from the ground like some kind of crystalline formation.