The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, crystalline spires of quartz jut out of the ocean floor, casting distorted shadows on the sand below. A blizzard is raging above, causing the water pressure to shift wildly, but the seaweed around the spires is weirdly still, like it's not even touching the water. A crashed, WWII-era B-29 bomber plane is somehow perfectly preserved nearby, the wooden fuselage completely intact, not even weathered, as if the water just decided to ignore it. The smell of salt and seaweed fills the air, with this weird, low hum vibrating through the water.