The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering kudzu-covered pillars rise from the seafloor, like, a couple dozen meters below the surface of a still, sapphire-blue lake. Umm, water striders are skating across the surface, leaving tiny ripple trails that seem to be resonating at the same frequency as the low-pitched humming I can hear emanating from the depths of the lake. Schools of bioluminescent fish dart past, casting an ethereal glow on the surrounding, iridescent mounds of what appears to be solidified moonmilk – they seem to be reflecting a distorted image of a distant, inverted cathedral. The air's charged with an electric, anticipatory energy.