The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, polished onyx pillars stretch up from the seafloor like giant's fangs, supporting the weight of an underwater cathedral, its vaulted ceilings lost in the darkness above. Umm, the air's... not really air, it's water, but it's thick and heavy with the scent of myrrh, as iridescent jellyfish congregate around the pillars, their translucent forms reflecting the soft, blue-green glow of bioluminescent algae coating the walls. Like, the water's still, but the sound of a perpetual, mournful chant seems to be emanating from the pillars themselves, in sync with the faint, blue-gray pulses of light running along their lengths.