"I see you've finally made it" a voice calls out behind you. Standing in the doorway is a brightly lit man in his late 30s, dressed in a conspicuously out-of-fashion tuxedo. Through the dust, you can vaguely make out the location of the holographic projectors making his shape, but the effect is otherwise realistic.

"I'm the curator. I've been waiting for your group to arrive for nearly: Thirty. Eight. Years. What was it you wanted to see again?"