The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... sunlight's seeping through these iridescent, mother-of-pearl shells that cover the entire ceiling of this... grotto. The air's warm and humid, and it smells like saltwater and seaweed, but there's this sweet, musky scent underlying it. Water's lapping gently at my feet, and it's crystal clear, but somehow there are these tiny, ornate clocks suspended in the water, their gears ticking away like they're not underwater at all. My head's spinning, and my vision's getting hazy... damn, I need to find a way to rest.