The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grooved stone pillars rise from the still, black water of a massive, flooded caldera, their weathered surfaces reflecting the pale, diffused light filtering through the mist-shrouded air above. Umm, the air's heavy with this damp, earthy smell, and there's this low, steady vibration, like a hum, coming from somewhere beneath the surface. Water's slowly seeping upwards from the base of one pillar, defying gravity, and forming a crystalline, glittering column that's just suspended there. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, with the sun hidden somewhere behind the mist.