The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of rose-scented smoke are rising from the cracks in a massive, ancient dam built from black basalt blocks, with iridescent barnacles clustering on the surface. Umm, the air's super heavy with an electric charge, and the water's calm, but somehow it's also moving upwards, like, in defiance of gravity, to form a sort of... reversed waterfall that's flowing up into the dark, pulsing clouds. In the distance, I can see a school of bioluminescent eels swimming in synchronization, forming an intricate pattern that's like, the Sigil of the Ouroboros, etched into the air itself.