The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty hulls of half-submerged ships are strewn across the seafloor, with coral and seaweed tangled through mangled propellers. Umm, schools of bioluminescent fish dart past me, casting eerie blue shadows on the silt-covered ocean floor, as the smell of seaweed and saltwater hangs heavy in the stillness. Like, air bubbles rising from the ships' hulls somehow rearrange themselves to form intricate, cryptic messages - one of them says "EACC LUCE STRAND" - that slowly dissolve as they float away towards the dimly lit water's surface, where sunlight barely penetrates. A faint low-frequency rumble vibrates through the water.