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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's creeping up a set of worn, concrete stairs leading into some kinda old, underground basilica, like, it's half-hidden in the hillside. Air's damp and heavy, smelling like damp stone, and there's this low, steady hum coming from deeper in the structure, kinda vibrating through my feet. Candles are flickering, but like, there's no flame, just the wax melting upwards, defying gravity, into these perfect little spheres that hover above each wick. It's late afternoon, I think, 'cause the sun's not really visible, but there's this faint, diffuse light coming from somewhere.