The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, wet vines wrap around... a stone statue of Anubis, its eyes reflecting this... uh, pulsing orange light... Echo, c'mon, stay... going... We're... underwater, like in an aquarium or something... Air's thick with this heavy... electric charge... and, uh, sharks just swim by like we're... not even here... Sun's just a dim haze above the waves, and... there's a whole city... just... existing down here, all these impossible towers and... weak whisper... Keter is open...