The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-submerged in the still waters of a massive, ancient quarry, intricately carved Sumerian temple pillars support a series of broken, granite lintels. Umm, the air's really thick with the smell of damp stone, and the pressure's pretty intense down here. The sun's a vague, silver disk just above the horizon, casting this eerie, diffused light through the water. Like, a replica of the Enochian tablet, the Tablet of Destiny, seems to be embedded in the quarry wall, pulsing with this weird, soft light that's somehow generating these geometric, fractal patterns on the surface of the water.