The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water, everywhere... My vision's really blurring. The sky is somehow... a dome above, made of this glittering, crystalline stuff that's reflecting the pale, blue light of what looks like... the surface of the ocean above, but it's somehow also beneath me... a seamless, merged thing. This area feels... dry, like the air's been wrung out, and the smell of wet clay is... overpowering... gasp.