The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A giant, twisted sculpture of a Menger sponge is embedded in a mountain of iridescent salt, illuminated by sunlight shining through a network of crystalline tunnels. Like, the air is thick with the smell of sea salt and lemongrass, and the silence is almost oppressive, broken only by the faint hum of what sounds like a Tibetan singing bowl coming from somewhere deeper in the tunnels. A vintage, analog depth gauge on the tunnel wall shows we're somehow over a thousand feet underwater despite being surrounded by salt and sunlight, with the pressure remaining eerily constant.