The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Moss-covered tree roots writhe across the dark, still water of a seemingly abandoned flooded mine shaft like twisted serpents. The air reeks of damp earth and ozone, feeling heavy and thick with electricity, umm, and there's this creaking noise echoing through the passageway that's getting louder. Sunlight filtering through an overhead grate casts an eerie latticework of shadows across the wet stone walls. Water level somehow appears to be suspended an inch above the flooded tunnel floor, refusing to touch the solid ground.