The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Razor-thin sheets of water are cascading up the sides of a sprawling, ornate mausoleum like some sort of liquid ivy. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone, and a faint hum's emanating from within, kind of... resonating through my chest. Umm, inside the mausoleum's entrance, tiny stars are embedded in the black stone floor, shining with a light that's definitely not reflected from anywhere outside. The sky above's a pale, washed-out blue, with the sun hanging low on the horizon, casting a cold, oblique light over everything.