The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, rough-hewn pillars are holding up the ceiling in some kind of ancient, subterranean temple, the air's damp and musty with a faint charge. Umm, like, sunlight's barely filtering in through a few narrow openings, casting a warm glow on a pool of crystal-clear water that's somehow reflecting the sky of a completely different planet, which I can just see in the distance through a massive crack in the wall. A pair of mechanical lions are calmly drinking from the pool's edge, their metal manes rustling softly in the still air. It's quiet, except for a steady, low-pitched hum.