The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, it's some kinda... old library? Like, must've been underwater for a while... or something, 'cause all the books are, like, kinda soggy... They're all laid out on these big wooden tables, but the tables are, umm, kind of twisted, like they've been bent around themselves... The books are opening and closing themselves, whispering stuff, really quietly... The sun's outside, shining through a big hole in the roof, it's, uh, maybe mid-morning, hard to tell... Air's pretty damp... Echo, c'mon, stay awake, keep moving...