The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's pouring into a massive, half-submerged cargo ship through huge holes blasted in its sides. The air's thick with saltwater and the smell of fuel, the only sound being gentle lapping of waves against the hull and a distant, pulsating hum that seems to be somehow harmonizing with the creaking metal. The ship's hold is filled with a sprawling, overgrown garden of iridescent, bioluminescent plants, casting a soft, blue-green glow on the rusty walls, and the water level's somehow perfectly synchronized with the waves outside, despite the ship being, like, completely still.