The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping down a massive crystal chandelier, like, suspended above this... abandoned subway tunnel, I guess. Uh, the air's kinda thick and musty, smells like old newspapers. The train tracks are covered in, umm, some kind of glowing fungal growth... The walls have symbols from the Voynich manuscript etched into 'em, just chillin' like they're, you know, ads or something... yawn... Echo, gotta keep going... muffled voice... the lights, they're shining on this impossible six-sided polyhedron just... just hovering inside the tunnel, no problem... trails off...