The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline stalactites are slowly extruding from the underside of a massive, ornate Gothic vault, its arches and ribs somehow inverted and suspended above a seemingly bottomless, perfectly still pit of pure water. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and wet stone, the stillness punctuated by the faint, constant sound of slowly trickling water that seems to be originating from within the vault itself. Umm, the entire structure appears to be balanced on the back of a massive, petrified tortoise whose stone eyes seem to be fixed on some point below the surface of the water, as if watching something submerged. The sky above is a deep, burning crimson, casting the entire scene in an otherworldly light.