The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline formations are jutting out of the seafloor like shards of glass, reflecting the faint, blue-green glow of bioluminescent organisms scattered across the darkness. Uh, it's really quiet down here, except for this low humming noise, like some kind of...I don't know, machinery or something, but I don't see anything making the sound. A giant, leather-bound copy of the "Pnakotic Manuscripts" is just lying on the seafloor, pages slowly turning like they're being blown by a current, even though the water's pretty still. The air's really pressurized, and it smells like...damp earth, I guess.