The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystalline outcroppings are embedded in the rough-hewn stone walls of a subterranean canal, like the inside of a volcanic tube, casting flicks of reflected light across the slow-moving water. A faint, low-pitched drone fills the humid air, smelling of damp stone and salt, and... it's not exactly silent but somehow all the sound feels dampened, muffled. Snowflakes are falling into the water, accumulating on the bottom of the canal, as if sinking down instead of floating up to the surface. Above, through some sort of tear in the stone, a crescent moon's shining, only it's on the inside of a hollow sphere.