The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystalline stalactites are hanging from the ceiling of a derelict, industrial-sized, underwater observatory, like, surrounded by massive windows that are somehow still intact despite the extreme pressure. It's pouring rain outside, but not, like, in any normal way - it's raining in slow motion and the droplets are, uh, actually rising back up towards the surface like they're being pulled up by an invisible thread. The air inside's stale and metallic, with a whiff of burned circuit boards, and there's this low hum, like a mechanical drone, syncopated with the distorted Reddit copypastas echoing through the comms system.