The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gently swaying kelp forests stretch towards the surface of the water, the sunlight filtering down through the waves above casts a shifting, turquoise glow over everything. Uh, it's really quiet down here, except for the sound of... what sounds like a small, distant piano being played, the melody's slow and melancholic. The water's surprisingly warm, and I can see fish swimming through the kelp, their scales shimmering in the dim light. A small, ornate, stone staircase somehow descends from the seafloor, spiraling down into darkness, like it's going somewhere below the Earth's crust.