The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystalline spires are bursting out of a deep, still ocean floor, reflecting the faint sunlight filtering down from above. The water's got this heavy, crushing pressure, but it's almost... silky smooth, like, and it smells of ozone-free, wet earth. Uh, schools of iridescent, bioluminescent fish are swimming through the spires, leaving trails of glittering, metallic dust in their wake, and somehow, the dust is reassembling itself into tiny, perfect replicas of ancient, Sumerian temple carvings. The fish are ignoring the fact that a massive, levitating, perfect merkaba is hovering right above them.