The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled rose quartz formations burst out of the seafloor, surrounded by a halo of anoxic sediment. Umm, the water pressure's crushing and it smells like... decay, as giant isopods scurry across the quartz, somehow maintaining a intricate, fractal pattern on the surface of the rock. Schools of bioluminescent fish dart past the dark, crystalline structures, as if responding to an unheard command, while an entire, perfectly-preserved 19th century Russian Orthodox church sits somehow undisturbed, half-buried in the silt a few meters away, its icons still glinting with gold leaf.