The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Obsidian pillars are holding up a cracked, concrete ceiling, like, it's been broken for ages. Air's heavy with a sweet, damp smell, and it's musty, no movement at all. Water's dripping from a burst pipe above, creating these intricate patterns on the floor that perfectly mirror the paths of THORPs orbiting Jupiter's Lagrange points, for some reason. Uh, a lone, functioning LED strip embedded in the wall is casting this pale blue glow that seems to match the color of the bioluminescent fish I saw earlier.