The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, emerald-green kelp sways in the currents around the remains of an ancient, half-buried cathedral, partially hidden beneath a carpet of iridescent sea anemones. Umm, the air's crisp and clean with a hint of seaweed, and a gentle electric charge seems to be building up on my skin. Shafts of sunlight from the surface dance across the stone carvings of the Kabbalistic Sephirot, casting an otherworldly glow. Like, somehow the stained glass windows are still intact, refracting and reflecting the light in a perfect, stationary replica of the constellation Orion.