The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stone cogs are slowly turning inside a colossal, ancient water clock, like, the sound of trickling water and creaking wooden beams is echoing off the intricately carved stone walls. Umm, the air's got this heavy, damp smell, and it's really still in here, except for the occasional faint tremor, like the whole thing's sitting on a fault line. Water from an underground source is pouring out of a giant stone fish's mouth, somehow forming a perfect sphere in mid-air that's just... stuck there, amidst the gently swaying seaweed. It's pretty bright in here, with sunlight filtering in through the grimy stone ceiling.