The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of crystallized fungus erupt from a submerged, cyclopean cityscape half-buried in the silt of a murky, subterranean lake, casting an eerie, rippling pattern on the walls as the dim, blue-green light from iridescent shellfish filters through the churning, particulate-choked water. The air - heavy with an otherworldly, pungent scent reminiscent of decayed myrrh - carries an electric charge that crackles with ozone as umm... pressure builds in my eardrums from some unseen, thrumming force. The shellfish seem to be mimicking the pattern of the Pnakotic symbols from the crystalline lotus I saw earlier, echoing some unspoken, eldritch rhythm.