The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blazing sunlight's illuminating a vast, sprawling pit filled with what looks like hundreds of discarded VHS tapes, but they're all, like, somehow fossilized into the stone itself. Schools of bioluminescent insects are fluttering around a central, crystal-encrusted obelisk that's etched with hieroglyphic depictions of the qliphoth. The air's super still, with this heavy, sweet smell of burnt circuit boards and the sound of, uh, somehow distorted modem tones echoing through the air. Water's somehow flowing upwards out of the stone and forming impossible, swirling patterns that don't seem to be obeying gravity.