The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly roots of a crystal formation jut out from the seafloor, casting an ethereal glow in the dim blue light that filters down from above... it smells like someone's burning a ton of rubber up there, and the water's got this weird, syrupy consistency that makes it hard to move through. Schools of bioluminescent fish dart past the crystalline structure, leaving trails of glittering, metallic scales that just kinda... stick to the crystal like magnets. The sound of a perpetual, muffled " buffering..." echoes through the stillness, like it's coming from the crystal itself.