The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant stone columns rise out of murky, knee-deep water, supporting a vaulted, limestone ceiling. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and mildew... it's kinda oppressive. Like, a few flicks of candlelight dance across the water, but the source of the light isn't visible, and the flames themselves seem to be... solid, as if you could hold them in your hand. A weirdly calm layer of fog rests on the surface of the water, completely undisturbed by the hundreds of slowly turning, antique, ornate music stands submerged just beneath it.