The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ornate candelabras are covering a sprawling, stone sarcophagus, casting intricate, dancing shadows on the polished, obsidian floor of a crypt. Umm, the air's super still, with a heavy scent of frankincense and damp earth, and the soft, golden light from the candelabras seems to be somehow reflecting off the surface of a totally calm, crystal-clear pool of water that's... somehow embedded in the ceiling above. Tendrils of fine, crystalline structures are bursting out of the pool's surface, refracting the light into a kaleidoscope of colors that seem to match the hues of the surrounding stone. The air pressure feels really low.