The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight casts a golden glow through the massive stained glass window of an ancient, underwater basilica. The air's thick, humid, and smells like damp soil, but it's somehow breathable despite being surrounded by the crushing pressure of the deep ocean. Uh, the stillness is almost oppressive, broken only by the faint, pulsating hum of the Sephirot etched into the stone floor, somehow pulling in nearby fish that arrange themselves in sync with the mystical symbol's pulsing, glowing lines, their movements seemingly influenced by an unseen force.