The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water cascades over the edge of a vast, naturally formed underground cistern, sunlight filtering in from a crack in the stone ceiling above. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and the sound of rushing water's almost deafening. The stone beneath is slick with moss, and as I look closer, I can see that a series of cryptic Enochian glyphs etched into the walls seem to be affecting the flow of water, as if controlling its direction. Like, a lone satellite TV dish somehow embedded in the ancient stonework is broadcasting an active signal.