The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient, spiral-shaped library... stretches into itself, like, with no clear beginning or end. Uh, the air's really thick, smells like old parchment... Echo, gotta keep going... weak cough. Tomes made of some dark, polished material just kinda... absorb the pale light that's filtering in from... somewhere, and the words inside are, like, actually moving on their own, rearranging sentences... uh... I think I see a section dedicated to the Kybalion... and there's this impossible staircase that leads to the center of the structure, but it's also leading away from it at the same time...