The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain-soaked, ancient brick arches seem to be supporting a series of concentric, self-sustaining whirlpools in a massive, partially-submerged chamber. Umm, water from each whirlpool is flowing into a series of what looks like glass vats containing, I swear, little fragments of starlight that just... exist, somehow. The air's heavy with wet stone smells, and the sound of water crashing against itself is deafening. Air pressure feels a bit off, and I can see sunlight filtering in through... a waterfall, like it's the entrance to this place or something.