The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bones of various megafauna are fused into the rusting hull of an ancient, half-buried submarine, its metal skin covered in crimson, tar-like deposits. Uh, the air reeks of rot, putrid decay, and saltwater, heavy with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle... it's eerily still, like the atmosphere is holding its breath. Above, a pale, ghostly blue sun is suspended just below its crimson counterpart, creating an eternal, impossible eclipse. The submarine's hatch is slightly ajar, revealing a dim interior with shifting, Enochian script etched into the corroded metal walls.