The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing bioluminescent tendrils writhe like vines across the rough stone surfaces of an ancient, half-submerged temple complex. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of saltwater and something pungently chemical, and the sound of waves crashing echoes from outside the entrance, which appears to be sealed by a membrane of shifting, iridescent colors. A constellation of small, fiery stars is suspended inside the central chamber, their flames casting no shadows despite being surrounded by near-total darkness. The stillness of the air is only broken by a faint hum that seems to be synchronized with the starlight.