The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Brewery pipes dangle from the ceiling like twisted, metal intestines, seeping a thick, pink-tinted miasma into a cavernous underground lake. The air's heavy with the stench of decay and something else, like... spoiled creamer, maybe, and an electric charge crackles through the water, making the hairs on my arms prickle. Water flows upward from the stone walls, forming iridescent curtains that ripple and undulate, kinda like a fiber-optic waterfall, I guess. And the lake itself seems to be made of layers of crystal-clear liquids of different densities, somehow not mixing together.