The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shafts of soft, morning sunlight filter through the stained glass ceiling of what appears to be an underwater library. Uh, water's not actually touching the shelves or books, it's just suspended in mid-air around the whole structure, like an invisible force field. A small school of bioluminescent fish swim in a circle around the central reading desk, where a single book lies open, pages fluttering as if someone just flipped through it – despite the fact that the surrounding water's perfectly still. The air's thick with the scent of saltwater and old parchment.