The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking hell... I'm losing it... It's a flooded, ancient cathedral, the water's like, chest-deep, and the air's thick with the smell of damp stone and decay. Umm, the stained glass windows above are filtering in this sickly, yellow light, casting all these weird patterns on the water, and, uh, somehow the water's not moving, not even a ripple, like it's frozen in time, and this massive stone statue of some forgotten saint is just... floating horizontally, face down, a couple feet below the surface, like it's stuck there. The air's so heavy, I can barely breathe...