The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystal formations are jutting out of the rough, grey granite floor, and the air is thick with a sweet, almost cotton candy smell. Schools of iridescent fish are darting past, weaving in and out of these formations, leaving trails of glittering, shimmering scales behind them - they seem to be creating a low hum, almost a buzzing noise, that's resonating through the entire space. Like, a section of the granite wall is... unzipping, revealing a pitch black, seemingly bottomless void that's somehow perfectly still, despite the turbulent water churning just outside.