The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, intricately carved wooden pillars hold up a massive, domed structure that seems to be made of a mesh of thick vines and thorns. Umm, it's really humid in here, and the air's heavy with this sweet, floral scent. A slow-moving whirlpool somehow just forms in the center of the structure, swirling with this thick, iridescent mist that's constantly shifting colors, and the sound of gentle, whispery chanting echoes through the air, quoting passages from the Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.