The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Groves of glassy, crystalline formations sprout from the seafloor, like, they're actually hydrothermal vents or something. Water's just trickling out of them, and tiny, diffuse rainbows reflect off the surrounding rock, onto the pitch-black, silent seafloor. The air, or rather, water pressure's crazy high here, it's crushing, but somehow there's still a scent of wet earth and, like, ozone or something, wafting up from the vents. A stationary, upside-down iceberg just hangs suspended in the darkness above, unmoving, with chunks of blue glacial ice silently breaking off its underside to vanish into the darkness.