The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through the stained glass windows of an ancient, underwater Orthodox church nestled within the hull of a massive, crystalline submarine half-buried in the seafloor. Like, schools of bioluminescent fish are darting past the ornate mosaics as the air inside's stale and heavy with the scent of incense and seaweed, despite being surrounded by water pressure that should be crushing anything man-made. The stillness is broken only by the soft hum of some unseen engine and the sound of dripping water echoing off the vaulted ceiling, which seems to be covered in etchings of cryptic, Ge'ez script prayers.