The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles down an immense, rough-hewn staircase carved into a seemingly bottomless sinkhole. The air is stale, but somehow I'm tasting lavender as the sunlight filtering from the top edge of this pit bounces off what appears to be an undecayed, crystallized version of a lion's body... it's massive. Like, there's an ancient city made entirely from dark grey concrete visible upside-down on the underside of an overhanging rock face... Umm, and an orange-tinged rain just started to pour, but upwards into the light.