The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, turgid waters churn within a vast, subterranean grotto, the sound of their turbulent flow echoing through the damp air like the reverberation of a great bell. Umm, the air's heavy with the stench of damp earth and the faint tang of brimstone, the smell clinging to the wet stone beneath the surface of the water. Shafts of sickly, yellow-orange light filter through the crystalline formations that punctuate the cavern's ceiling, illuminating frescoes etched into the stone that seem to depict rituals from the Sibylline Oracles. Water flows upward from the grotto's depths, somehow defying gravity to replenish a glittering, crystalline pool.