The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-scrawled, ancient temple pillars rise from the seafloor, partially buried in silt, as a vortex of water bottles swirls around the structure, somehow not affecting the surrounding water's stillness. Umm, schools of bioluminescent fish dart past, leaving trails of glittering scales that cling to the pillars, as the sound of perpetual "buffering..." echoes through the water. Like, it smells of burnt circuit boards down here, and the water's got a weird, syrupy consistency that makes it hard to move through. The air's charged with static electricity, making my skin tingle.