The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, waterlogged corpses of massive, deep-sea fish are littering a cavernous, candle-lit cathedral, their vacant eyes staring towards a vaulted ceiling as if frozen in prayer, while tendrils of rotting, iridescent kelp are wrapped around the base of stone columns, somehow infused with a faint, ethereal pulse. A low-pressure system seems to be brewing, casting an eerie, disquieting stillness over the air. The pungent stench of putrid flesh is heavy and overwhelming. Blood is somehow flowing upwards from a stone font, collecting in a series of ornate, gemstone-encrusted reliquaries.