The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered tiles are scattered everywhere in this ancient, ruined baptistery, with murky water pooling around the remains of a massive, stone baptismal font. Umm, tiny, luminescent eels are swimming through the water, mirroring the movement of the aurora borealis I saw outside the geodesic dome, like they're connected somehow. Air's heavy with the smell of wet stone and the atmosphere's pretty still, like it's early morning or something. The font's somehow repairing itself, cracks sealing shut as the eels swim past, like it's absorbing their energy or something.