The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, frost-crusted stalactites hang like icicles from the vaulted ceiling of an underwater cave, illuminated by iridescent, bioluminescent mushrooms sprouting from the seafloor. Water is seeping from the walls, pooling into glittering mirrors that reflect distorted images of Enochian sigils etched into the crystalline formations. Like, the air is heavy with the scent of seaweed, and I can feel the crushing pressure of the water above me, yet somehow, delicate, frost-covered feathers are drifting lazily downward from the cave ceiling. The stillness is oppressive, and an eerie blue-green light permeates everything.