The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's gushing out of a cracked stone sarcophagus in the center of a small, ornate grotto, uh, like, somehow fueling this ancient hydrostatic organ that's still pumping away, its brass pipes vibrating with pressure. The air's super humid, smelling of damp stone and mold, and this diffuse, blue-gray light filters in through a series of intricate, swirling patterns etched into the walls. A pair of vintage scuba tanks, somehow still pressurized, just... lie nearby, alongside an open, leather-bound book displaying cryptic annotations of the Emerald Tablet.