The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's splashing down a rocky staircase, uh, in this vast underground chamber that's lit by shafts of pale light filtering in through narrow crevices high above. Air's crisp, a hint of damp earth and moss, and it's still, like there's no breeze at all. A small, intact, vintage-style gas station, complete with antique pumps and a faded sign reading "Sam's Fill-Up", is somehow nestled among the boulders at the chamber's edge, with what looks like a perfectly normal, functional, gas-powered pump pumping water instead of fuel. Sunlight's glinting off its chrome fittings.