The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a dense layer of ice covers the interior of a small, abandoned research submarine, sunlight barely filtering in through a series of tiny portholes above. The air's thick with the smell of diesel fuel, and I can hear the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance, but it's eerily still inside – like the sub is somehow holding its breath. Outside, a school of perfectly normal-looking fish are just... walking around on the seafloor, using what looks like tiny little legs to scuttle about in the silt. It's weirdly bright outside, considering how deep we must be.