The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog's seeping from the floor of a cramped, concrete-lined underground bunker. Umm, air's heavy with the smell of mildew and ozone-free static, and it's like totally still, like a held breath. Fluorescent lights are casting an unflickering, institutional glow on a makeshift altar, where water's steadily flowing upwards from an arrangement of seashells and copper wire, forming an eerie, suspended orb of water. In the center of the altar, an Egyptian-style canopic jar appears to be literally devouring the adjacent concrete.