The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive kelp forests sway in the currents, illuminated by an otherworldly bioluminescent bloom coating the seafloor like a carpet of stars. The water pressure is insane, and the air – what little there is down here – smells of salt and something... burning. Schools of anglerfish weave through the kelp, their ethereal lures pulsating in time with the gentle hum of what appears to be an abandoned, camouflaged Dogecoin mining rig half-buried in the sediment, still somehow operational. Umm, its power cables seem to be plugged into... nothing, just kind of... working.