The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, sepia-toned fog clings to the curved, Byzantine arches of a colossal, subterranean cistern. Umm, the air's heavy with the stench of damp earth and the faint tang of myrrh, and shafts of weak, golden light filter through narrow, Gothic lancet windows, casting an eerie, mottled glow on the polished, obsidian surface of the stagnant water. Water trickles upward from the depths of the cistern, somehow replenishing an overflowing, bronze fountain adorned with cryptic, neo-Assyrian glyphs from the Cyàne fragments. A faint, electric charge seems to permeate the air.