The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, emerald-green waters churn in the depths of a seemingly bottomless pit, uh, like some twisted, underwater maelstrom. The air's heavy with the stench of decay and rot, clinging to the damp, black stone beneath my feet, and a faint hum – almost like the reverberation of a gong – seems to emanate from the pit's depths. As I peer into the darkness, twisted, crimson tendrils erupt from the water, defying gravity to reach towards the flickering luminescence of ethereal orbs suspended far above, like a twisted echo of the Celestial spheres described in the works of Eliphas Lévi.