The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, translucent kelp fronds sway back and forth in the gentle ocean currents, reflecting sunlight from somewhere above, casting an undulating pattern of turquoise and emerald green across the surrounding seafloor. The air... or I guess, water pressure, feels pretty neutral, but there's this sweet, slightly metallic scent, like copper wire. Umm, schools of iridescent fish dart past, weaving through the kelp, leaving behind glittering trails of what looks like crystallized mercury that just settles onto the seafloor, not dissolving or anything. A sunken, antique clock tower somehow still keeps perfect time, chiming out the hour in a deep, sonorous voice.