The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mud and murky water are slowly draining down the steps of a ruined, underground Mithraeum, like, revealing the faint image of a tauroctony fresco on the wall. Umm, the air's stale and heavy with dampness, and the silence is broken only by the sound of dripping water and faint, rhythmic hum of a far-off generator. A block of roughly carved limestone appears to be melting, somehow, into the shape of an omphalos stone, with what looks like a miniature whirlpool forming in its center. The pale yellow light of the setting sun is somehow filtering through the cave system.