The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ornate mirrors are covering the entire ceiling of a lavish, underground ballroom, somehow reflecting this endless, fractal pattern of crystal chandeliers that seems to go on forever... uh, the air's really cool and still, and it smells kinda like vanilla in here. Fluorescent lights hidden behind the mirrors are casting an intense, pulsing glow everywhere. The floor is somehow made of liquid silver that's just... perfectly still, like it's frozen in time, even though I can hear this gentle lapping sound against the walls.