The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive kelp fronds are swaying back and forth in a slow underwater current, like they're dancing to some unheard rhythm. The air - or, I guess, water - is heavy with the scent of salt and seaweed, and the soft, blue-green light filtering down from above is casting an ethereal glow over the whole scene. Schools of bioluminescent fish are darting past, their trails leaving behind weird, shimmering symbols that seem to be being written into the water itself, and they don't dissipate even as the fish swim away. The water's pressure is making my ears ache.