The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A derelict research vessel lies half-submerged on the seafloor, its wooden hull covered in coral and anemones, with schools of bioluminescent fish darting through the broken portholes. The air's compressed, with a faint scent of salt and decay, and the water's darkness is illuminated by an ethereal glow emanating from within the ship's cargo hold. Umm, it's weird, but the constellations of the celestial map etched into the ship's navigation table seem to be actually influencing the movement of the stars above, like the map's somehow... syncing the celestial bodies in real-time.