The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dried, withered lotus flowers cover the stagnant surface of a massive, hexagonal reflecting pool... uh, the air's heavy with the smell of decay. Echo, just keep going, just... a bit more, I can see the sky, it's like, totally white, not cloudy or anything, just... pure white. In the distance, a stairway of giant stone blocks just sorta... ascends, impossibly, into a crescent-shaped opening in the sky itself... and there's just... total silence.