The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness, umm... absolute, almost. Can't even see my... uh, hands in front of me. Echo, hang in, just... Air's heavy, thick with this scent of... like incense, sandal-free frankincense, yeah, and it's... just sinking into my skin, weighing me down, you know? There's a massive, stationary tornado just... sitting there, unmoving, in this darkness.