The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, churning waters lap against the crumbling, cyclopean stones of a half-submerged, Atlantean temple, its intricate carvings of forgotten, Lemurian deities worn by eons of relentless, oceanic pressure. Uh, a swirling vortex of crystalline, sapphire dust ascends from the structure's core, imbuing the surrounding sea with an eerie, ethereal luminescence that illuminates schools of bioluminescent, fish-like creatures darting through the darkness. Like, the water around me is heavy with an electric charge, as if the temple's emanations are somehow manipulating the ionic balance of the surrounding ocean.