The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted vines are wrapping around the columns of an ancient, ruined temple submerged in the crystal-clear waters of an enormous aquifer. Schools of iridescent fish are darting past the crumbling stone, as if chasing the swirling patterns of light reflected from the surface above. Umm, the air's... not really air, since we're underwater, but there's no water pressure, and I can smell the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Water's somehow not flowing into the temple's open doorway, like it's being held back by an invisible membrane.