The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's a sprawling, Byzantine-style monastery somehow entirely submerged underwater, like, teeming with schools of iridescent fish that are weaving through its intricately carved columns. Water's flowing upwards from a series of ancient, stone fonts, somehow defying gravity to collect in gleaming, ornate domes suspended high above. The air – or whatever passes for air down here – is thick with the scent of old incense and a weird, tangy undertone, like ozone, but not quite. A low, thrumming hum is emanating from a series of massive, crystal-tipped icons that seem to be embedded in the walls.