The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline spires jut out of the seafloor, reflecting the faint sunlight that filters down from above. Uh, the water pressure's intense and the smell of salt and decaying seaweed fills the air... schools of bioluminescent fish dart past, illuminating the darkness, and a slow-moving vortex in the water seems to be pulling debris towards some unseen center. The sound of gentle, whispery chanting echoes through the water, the words indistinguishable, but the tone unmistakable – a soft, soothing hymn to the Kabbalistic concept of Tzimtzum, the contraction of the infinite.