The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ravaged chunks of a partially dissected great white shark are splayed across the stone floor of a flooded, Baroque-style cathedral, the air thick with the stench of rotting flesh and seaweed. Like, heavy water pressure's pushing against the stained glass windows high above, which are depicting cryptic murals of astral bodies and the Black Sun, a massive chunk of ice lodged in the pipe organ as an eerie green glow seeps from beneath it. Outside, the sky's a dark indigo and a chunk of a Saturn moon is suspended low in the horizon, an otherworldly current crackling the air.