The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, crystalline formations stretch across the seafloor, reflecting the pale blue light of... like, some unknown bioluminescent source. Schools of iridescent, eel-like creatures are weaving through the crystals, their scales mirroring the colors of the formations, as the water's crisp with a faint smell of salt. A constant low-level hum's present, and the crystals are somehow shifting to form a perfect replica of a Soviet-era spacecraft that's simultaneously buried and exposed, like it's being uncovered by the seafloor itself. The water pressure's extreme, but the stillness is almost palpable.