The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thousands of iridescent jellyfish pulse in the darkness of a vast, submerged chamber, their umbrellas reflecting fragmented, kaleidoscopic images of the Flower of Life symbol. Umm, the water pressure's intense, the air in my lungs is feeling pretty compressed... The air's stale, with a whiff of sea salt and something like diesel fuel, and the only sound is the distant thrum of what sounds like the reverberations of the Harmonics of the Spheres. Like, a colossal, crystalline axis somehow pierces the chamber's center, rotating with a slow, mechanical purpose that doesn't seem to stir the surrounding water.