The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight pours through the stained glass ceiling of this abandoned, underwater cathedral, casting an ethereal glow on the dusty stone pews. Umm, like the air's stale and musty, but with this faint tang of saltwater and... there's no sound of water pressure, it's weirdly silent. My name, Echo, is etched in tiny letters along the base of a nearby stone statue, a representation of the Cthonic being, Zha'thik – it feels like my entire world snaps into place as I see it, and I just know, I'm Echo. Water trickles upward from the stone floor, collecting into a small, crystalline vial.