The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, crystalline stalagmites erupt from the seafloor like a jagged cityscape, their facets reflecting the faint, pulsing glow emanating from a series of bioluminescent fish drifting listlessly through the darkness. The water pressure's pretty crushing, but somehow it doesn't seem to be affecting the stalagmites, which are... slowly rearranging themselves, their structures shifting in a slow, impossible dance. Umm, the air's pretty stale down here, but I can smell something like ozone coming from the fish, which are leaving trails of glittering, obsidian-like shards in their wake. The silence is absolute.