The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ridiculously tall, slender crystal spires are jutting out of the seafloor in every direction, like, reflecting the faint sunlight that's filtering down from above, casting this eerie, blue-green glow over everything. A small, still-operational cryptocurrency mining rig is somehow embedded in the crystal formation directly in front of me, its fans spinning silently as it hums away, despite being underwater. The air's got this weird, almost-electric charge to it, and I can smell the faint scent of burnt wiring. The surrounding water is, like, completely still – no currents or movement at all.