The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, it's really still in here... air's got this heavy, electric charge feel, kinda makes my skin prickle. A massive chunk of the Darvaza Crater, like, that burning gas field in Turkmenistan, just exists in this cramped, ornate wine cellar, somehow not filling the room with smoke or heat, just... sitting there, emitting a gentle hum. The smell of aged wood and stale wine clings to everything, and the light's dim, but I can tell it's late evening outside, sun's low in the sky. Water trickles from somewhere, pooling around the crater's edge.