The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with the smell of rain-soaked soil as massive, crystalline shards pierce the misty veil shrouding a forgotten, subterranean cathedral. Umm, the atmosphere's heavy with anticipation, and the silence is almost palpable, like... a physical presence that's just waiting to be disturbed. Tendrils of faint, bioluminescent mushrooms wrap around the crystal columns, casting an ethereal glow on the wet stone floor, where a perfectly intact, ancient Greek trireme somehow rests, half-buried in the sediment. Water's dripping slowly from the vaulted ceiling, and the only sound is the soft creaking of the wooden hull.