The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystalline formations jut out of the seafloor, illuminated by sunlight filtering down from way above the waves, casting an ethereal glow across the dark, still water. Uh, like, the air's compressed and cold, and it smells of saltwater and something faintly metallic, as a constant low-pitched hum seems to be resonating through the water. In the distance, an ancient Mesoamerican temple somehow remains intact, despite being submerged for what must be millennia, with water pouring out of its central spire and spiraling upward, as if defying gravity and buoyancy. The temple's entrance is guarded by a levitating obsidian mirror.