The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, twisted kelp forests stretch out like... across the seafloor, their dark brown trunks as thick as redwoods, swaying gently in some unseen current. Schools of razor-toothed fish dart through the fronds, their scales flashing silver in the faint sunlight that filters down from above, and I can feel the air pressure fluctuating wildly like before a storm. Uh, it smells like something's burning, but it's definitely not the seaweed. The entire kelp forest is somehow slowly rotating around a central axis, like it's connected to some massive, unseen hub.