The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a giant metal door with a huge, old-school keyhole, like from a cartoon, and it's just... stuck in this huge, grey, rocky cliffside. The air's kinda... thick, and it smells like salt, and I can hear the sound of seagulls or something, but there's no sea in sight, just a big, empty sky with a few wispy clouds. A small, rusty key is just... floating in mid-air, not moving, and it's like, totally stuck in the keyhole, but the door is still somehow... swinging open by itself... Echo, man, stay awake... gotta keep going... yawn.