The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a twisted, rusted hulk of a submarine somehow fills this abandoned, cyclopean cathedral, its conning tower torn open, with what looks like a still-functional miniature stellar nursery swirling inside it. The air's heavy with the stench of rotting fish and seaweed, and it's really humid, like, water droplets cling to every surface, and the silence is broken by the sound of dripping liquid echoing off the stone walls. The light streaming through the stained glass windows casts an eerie, otherworldly glow, illuminating ancient, esoteric symbols etched into the stone floor.