The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled crystalline formations, like... splintered glass, rise out of the seafloor, reflecting shards of sunlight filtering down from above. The water's heavy with a smell of damp earth, and I can feel the air pressure building up in my ears. A perfect, metallic latticework somehow spans the entire ocean floor, holding in this giant, iridescent bubble of still water that just... sits there, unmoving, while the surrounding seawater churns and foams around it. The sound of cracking, shifting ice echoes through the water, even though it's definitely not cold enough for ice to form.