The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Black water stretches out endlessly, the sun barely a sliver above the horizon, casting a pale glow across the stillness... the air's crisp, with a hint of saltiness, and it feels heavy with an electric charge. A lone, cyclopean monolith rises out of the darkness beneath, covered in faint, bioluminescent growths, its peak lost in the gloom above. Water isn't flowing around the monolith, instead it seems to be pulled into its sides, forming an impossible, unbroken sheet that's somehow both flowing into and out of the stone at the same time. Uh, my chest still throbs.