The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, wet stone walls rise up on either side, forming a narrow, winding channel through a massive, ancient dam, the pale morning sunlight filtering down through a latticework of rusty iron grating above. The air's heavy with the smell of damp concrete and still water, and it's charged with an electric energy that's making the hairs on my arm stand on end... Umm, a massive, fossilized alligator's somehow lodged in the stone near the channel's edge, its body infused with glittering, crystalline structures that are pulsing in time with a low hum that's echoing through the space. Water's pooling around its feet.