The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive stalactites hang from the ceiling of a vast cave system, lit by sunlight streaming in through a crack in the rocky wall. Like, a steady stream of crude oil somehow flows upwards, defying gravity, coating the surface of these ancient cave paintings, depicting various esoteric rituals from the Book of Abramelin. The air's thick with this heavy, damp smell and it's pretty cool in here, I can see my breath as I exhale. Outside, a torrential rain is falling, drumming against the rock face, while inside it's eerily still.