The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, rust-colored stalagmites erupt from a sea of bubbling, viscous mud, casting long shadows in the faint, flick-free light of an invisible sun. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and... like, burning sulfur or something, and it's making my eyes itch, but the atmosphere's still, like an expectant held breath. According to the perfectly legible, blazing-white Akkadian cuneiform inscriptions etched into the surface of the mud, this is the spot where the river Apsu breached the abyssal plain. Uh, the static charge here is even crazier than before, it's making my hair frizz like crazy.