The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the translucent panels of a massive, underwater observation deck. The air's stale, with this faint smell of chlorine and... it's got a weird, almost silky texture to it, like it's got this super-fine powder suspended in it. Umm, water's pressing against the deck's windows from all sides, with schools of bioluminescent fish lighting up the darkness outside, and a few meters away, this massive squid's arranging tiny, glowing pearls into intricate patterns on the seafloor, like it's writing something in a language I've never seen before.