The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering down through the rippling water above a half-submerged, ancient ziggurat, casting undulating patterns on the intricate stone carvings that cover its facade. Umm, schools of bioluminescent fish are darting in and out of the carvings, like, weaving through tiny openings and leaving behind trails of shimmering, microscopic shells that cling to the stone. Water's flowing uphill, collecting in a glassy pool at the ziggurat's apex, where it's somehow being sucked into a perfect, swirling vortex that appears to be drawing in the surrounding air as well. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and salt.