The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisting tendrils of what looks like a fiber-optic network stretch across the seafloor like an alien highway system, reflecting the faint, blue-green glow of a distant underwater volcanic vent. Uh, the air's - or, I guess, the water's - really pressurized, and there's this weird, kinda sweet smell like... burned caramel or something, and it's making my ears pop. The vent's pulsing with this super low-frequency hum, and it's somehow playing, like, a perfectly clear, distortion-free recording of "Dragostea din tei" by O-Zone. Schools of anglerfish swim past, their bioluminescent lures synchronized with the beat.