The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A mass of iridescent, pulsing tendrils spills from a cave entrance, like... covering the ground with shimmering, translucent flesh. Uh, the air's humid, and the smell of saltwater and wet stone hangs heavy. As the tendrils shift, they reveal an ancient, rusting anchor buried beneath, reflecting the pale sunlight seeping through the overhanging rock formations above. Water's flowing upwards from the anchor's chain, forming a sort of reverse waterfall that freezes into shards of ice mid-air before shattering on the dry, stone ground.