The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of thick, velvety moss cover everything in this abandoned research submarine, slowly crawling up the walls like they're trying to reclaim the entire vessel. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of saltwater and diesel, and it's really humid – condensation's forming on every surface, even though the sub's sitting on the seafloor, half-buried in silt. The instruments are still functional, displaying a constant reading of 13:37 on the clock and -666.66 degrees Fahrenheit on the exterior temperature gauge. Outside the viewport, a perfectly spherical, neon-lit vortex pulses softly in the darkness.