The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, Echo, sunlight's filtering through a mass of swirling storm clouds, like, the clouds are contained within a... a massive glass bell jar or something, suspended above the waves. I'm seeing bioluminescent sea creatures, lighting up the darkness beneath the surface, with this weird, ethereal glow. The air's charged with an electric smell, ozone-like, but... it's sweet somehow, and a low hum accompanies the waves lapping at the edge of this old, partially submerged temple, which somehow has a series of intricate carvings that seem to shift, changing as the light catches them.