The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, cold mist swirls around a half-submerged church, stained glass windows filtering weak sunlight into the water. Umm, schools of small fish swim in through the shattered panes, darting between worn stone pews... the air pressure's really high down here, and I can feel it straining my eardrums. Water inside the church is flowing upwards, forming these columns that rise like solid crystal all the way up to the surface, somehow not breaking apart at the water's surface tension – they just continue into the air like there's no transition between the two states.