The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's streaming upwards, collecting on the underside of these transparent panels above, like, filling some kind of... reservoir or something. I'm surrounded by stacks of these old, concrete pillars, totally covered in ivy and moss, air's heavy with the smell of damp earth, pretty humid, and still. The sunlight's filtering down through the water above, casting a weird, rippling pattern on everything... Umm, one of the pillars is somehow slowly unraveling, like its concrete is unwinding into a neat coil on the ground.