The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, translucent eggs are scattered all over a sprawling, underwater lakebed, reflecting the pale, aqua-green sunlight filtering down from above. Umm, a bunch of giant, mechanical shrimp is calmly scuttling around the eggs, their shells clicking against the stone as they somehow adjust the intricate, crystalline gears embedded in the eggshells. The air's thick with this smell of wet metal, and it's like, really still, the only movement coming from the faint ripples in the water as the eggs slowly shift and change color, somehow syncing with the pattern of the sunlight.