The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's flooding a derelict research submarine's control room, its instruments mangled and silenced, the smell of burnt wires and ocean salt filling the stale air. Outside, schools of bioluminescent fish light up the darkness like stars as the vessel slowly sinks toward some eerie, underwater ziggurat, partially buried in the seafloor's silt. The air pressure's intense, but, somehow, a crystal vase containing a delicate bouquet of unbroken, wilting peonies is sitting on a nearby console, with... PEPE'S FACE repeatedly printed in a spiral pattern along its rim.