The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering crystalline spires are jutting out of the seafloor, piercing through the darkness of the abyssal zone like... shards of glass. The air's crushing, heavy with the scent of salt and decaying matter, and a low hum's resonating through the water - it's really messing with my vision. A massive, cyclopean structure looms in the distance, its walls etched with arcane glyphs that seem to be drawing in schools of bioluminescent fish like moths to a flame. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the base of the structure, forming an inverted waterfall that's just... hanging there, frozen in mid-air.