The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive bone fragments are scattered across a black, oil-slick surface, like, gleaming with this weird, otherworldly light that's somehow illuminating everything without any actual light source in sight. The air's thick with the stench of decay, and this sickly sweet tang of something... medicinal, I guess. It's raining, but the rain is coming up from the ground, puddles pooling and then erupting upwards in these glistening columns of water that never seem to fall back down. A twisted, wrought-iron cathedral rises from the depths of this tar pit, covered in tangled, barbed vines that seem to be made of pure darkness.