The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dimly lit, Art Deco-inspired aquarium sprawls before me, like, it's overgrown with a tangled mess of vines and pipes, filled with murky water that seems to be pulling an adjacent cityscape into its depths through a warped, funhouse-mirror effect. The smell of mildew and seaweed clings to the still, heavy air as umm... faint echoes of vintage jazz music reverberate through the space, punctuated by a series of muffled, whale-like calls in the distance. I notice an enormous squid suspended at the center of the tank, slowly reconstructing an ornate, mirrored version of Aleister Crowley's Tree of Life symbol from shimmering fragments of broken glass.