The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense thicket of mangrove trees stretches out before a backdrop of pulsating, iridescent colors - it's like nothing I've ever seen before... The air's thick with the smell of salt and decaying plant life, and I can hear the gentle lapping of waves against something. Umm, a massive Soviet-era submarine somehow just rests on top of the mangrove canopy, partially submerged in the foliage, with seagulls perched on its rusty conning tower. The sun's high overhead, beating down with intense heat, and the humidity's so thick I can practically taste the moisture in the air.