The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming in from somewhere, illuminating a vast, indoor lagoon surrounded by worn stone pillars, vines and moss clinging to the eroded surface like... umm, the place has been abandoned for years. Seagulls are skimming the water, leaving ripples in the otherwise glassy calm surface, and I can hear the sound of water dripping, echoing off the pillars. One of the seagulls seems to have somehow merged with a chunk of crystal, its body stretching and contorting in impossible ways, all while maintaining an eerie stillness in its gaze. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth.