The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations are bursting out of the seafloor, like, surrounded by schools of bioluminescent fish that are somehow synchronizing their flashes with the pulsing of the crystals. Uh, the water's near-freezing and the air's stale, but I can smell the faint scent of seaweed and salt as the pressure's extreme down here. A crack in the seafloor is slowly sealing itself, as if the stone's melting and reforming before my eyes, and in the distance, the faint hum of a dormant volcano is echoing through the darkness. Water's streaming upwards from the crack, defying gravity.