The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, black ivy is covering a massive, ancient stone door, the leaves slowly curling and uncurling like... it's breathing or something. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone and it's really humid, so the mist rising off the nearby water's just clinging to everything. Water's slowly flowing out from under the door, but somehow it's also flowing back in, like in a loop, and there's this low, constant rumble, like thunder, but the sky above's clear, a pale blue with the sun at high noon. The door's got this huge, iron knocker in the shape of a snail.