The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rust-red stalactites hang from the ceiling of an underground cathedral, like... their delicate tips almost touching a still, black pool of water. The air's heavy with damp earth and a sweet, almost floral scent, and it feels like there's a static charge building – makes my skin prickle. In the center of the pool, a statue of a jackal's head rises from the surface, water somehow flowing uphill to lap at its ears, which seem to be carved from some kind of dark, iridescent stone that's... shifting, umm, colors in the faint, diffused light.