The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water seeps from ancient brick archways, like, slowly filling a massive underground cistern. The air's cool, damp, and heavy with the scent of aged earth, and a thin layer of oil slicks the surface of the pooling water, casting rainbow colors across the arches as it spreads. In the center of the cistern, an ornate, gothic fountain somehow defies gravity, its carved stone water spout jetting upwards, releasing water that flows upwards and disappears into a tiny, swirling vortex suspended just above the fountain's peak. Shadows cast by the flickering luminescence of bioluminescent mushrooms clinging to the arches dance across the walls.