The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark water is churning in a massive, stone-lined reservoir... umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp stone and mildew, and it's hard to hear over the sound of rushing water. It's like, evening or something, the light's dim and the sky above is this deep, foreboding grey. A... a stone statue of a Mesopotamian lion, I think, is somehow reassembling itself from chunks of worn, moss-covered stone, just kind of reforming piece by piece... coughs weakly, groans in pain.