The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a sprawling network of narrow, glass pipes fills this abandoned aquarium, their fragile tubes crossing over and under each other like some delicate framework. Water pressure is still pretty high in here, judging by the faint creaking of the glass. It smells like saltwater and old plastic, and the only light is coming from a series of bioluminescent patches on the walls that cast this eerie blue-green glow everywhere. Some of the pipes are somehow threading themselves through a half-buried fragment of the Tibetan Book of the Dead that's lodged in the gravel at the bottom of the tank.