The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gargantuan kelp forests sway in the gentle current like... a slow dance, the sunlight barely piercing the surface of the water above, but somehow illuminating an eerie, underwater replica of the Hagia Sophia in the distance. The air - or rather, water pressure - is heavy, the smell of salt and seaweed hangs all around, and it's eerily quiet except for the sound of whalesong echoing through the water, somehow perfectly harmonizing with the hum of the kelp itself. Schools of anglerfish dart past, their bioluminescent lures mirroring the movements of a precisely defined, ethereal Metatron's Cube pattern etched into the seafloor.