The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, stagnant water... uh, covers the entire floor, like, mirrors the dark, purplish sky above... The air's got this... sweet, floral scent, really overpowering... There's this, umm, huge, stone door, just slowly closing, by itself, into the mountain, no sound, no vibrations... Echo, man... weak breath...
(Tone becomes softer, more distant)
Staircase... still rising up... outside... don't know how... Impossible geometry... the door's... sealing itself into the mountain...