The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours upward from a sprawling, Baroque-style fountain, somehow collecting on the frescoed ceiling of a half-submerged, ornate chapel, forming a motionless, convex pool that mirrors the afternoon sun streaming in through a nearby breach in the chapel's wall. The air's heavy with the scent of mildew and salt, and a faint static charge is palpable. Outside, umm, the sunlight appears to be filtering through some unseen medium, casting rippling shadows that don't quite align with the movement of the surrounding seaweed or water currents. Seashells litter the floor.