The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's pouring through a massive stained-glass ceiling above this vast, underwater library... it's like the water's just not there, or isn't affecting the books and stuff. The air's, well, not really air – it's water, but I can breathe just fine, and it's crisp and smells of seaweed and old paper. A school of bioluminescent fish are swimming in sync with this low, thrumming noise coming from the... the books themselves, it seems, and they're leaving trails of glittering silver ink in the water as they move.