The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm seeing massive, sweeping arcs of iridescent mother-of-pearl stretching across the seafloor, reflecting the pale blue light of some unseen source. Uh, schools of bioluminescent fish dart through the darkness, their bodies glowing in intricate, fractal patterns that mirror the sacred geometry of certain mystical traditions. The water pressure's extreme, but somehow there's a patch of dry, cracked earth just... existing down here, with what looks like a withered, long-dead garden of sacred Datura plants sprouting out of it, their dry leaves still exuding a faint, intoxicating scent. The air's completely still.