The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A worn stone stairway descends into a narrow, damp tunnel, the air heavy with the smell of wet earth and age. Umm, it's pretty still down here, except for the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance, and a soft blue light filtering in from... I don't know, somewhere above, I guess, casting an eerie glow on the rough stone walls. As I look around, a bunch of old, rusty candelabras on the walls are somehow... staying lit, despite being underwater, the flames burning steadily like they're in a vacuum or something. The air feels charged with an electric tension.