The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline pillars are holding up the cracked and weathered ceiling of some ancient, submerged cathedral, Echo. Uh, sunlight's filtering in through a couple of gaping holes above, casting this eerie, dancing pattern of light across the calm surface of a massive, underground lake that somehow appears to be boiling away into... a crystal-encrusted, miniature black hole, just sitting there, surrounded by this thick, swirling mist. The air's heavy with moisture, and I can smell the sweetness of wet stone, Echo. This place is weirdly silent, except for a low, distant hum.