The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, iridescent vines are snaking through the framework of a half-submerged, abandoned radio telescope, reflecting a faint, pulsing light that seems to be emanating from the water. The air's super humid, with a faint smell of seaweed and diesel fuel. Umm, schools of bioluminescent fish are darting between the telescope's latticework, creating tiny, swirling whirlpools in the water that seem to be pulling tiny shards of metal into miniature wormholes. The sun's just... set on the ocean floor, casting an orange glow over the seafloor.