The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frozen stalagmites rise from the seafloor like shards of splintered bone, surrounding a perfectly intact, ancient Minoan palace half-buried in silt and coral, covered in bioluminescent fish that seem to be writing out symbols from Austin Osman Spare's "Book of Pleasure" in shimmering trails of light. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of salt and... something else, like ozone but not quite. Water currents around me seem to be moving to the pattern of the I Ching's 64 hexagrams, swirling silt into little whirlpools that mirror the shifting patterns of the symbols. The light's faint, blue-green, and filtered down from the surface far above.