The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of frost creep across the surface of a massive, crystalline cave, the air biting and dry, heavy with the smell of wet earth. Umm, a massive, ancient-looking door - covered in cryptic, runic symbols that seem to be absorbing the dim blue light filtering in through the cave's entrance - is just sorta... slowly dissolving into a swirling pool of black, tar-like liquid, like it's being erased from existence. The air's crackling with a faint electric charge, and I can feel this steady, pulsating hum beneath my feet.