The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a large, stone door covered in hieroglyphs of the 42 Assessors of the Dead slides open to reveal an enormous, crystal-filled cavern under a starry night sky, the stars somehow visible despite being underground. The air is stale and musty with the scent of age, but there's this faint charge, like the air is alive with electricity, as countless crystal shards refract and reflect the starlight into a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls. Like, an unyielding silence pervades the cavern except for the distant, muffled hum of a great, unseen bell... that's somehow ringing backwards, the sound retracting back into itself.