The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic kelp forests are swaying in every direction, like, under the gentle morning tide, the air's crisp with the scent of saltwater and umm, there's this faint smell of... copper? Water's pooling around crystalline formations jutting out from the seafloor, as they're slowly pulling nearby kelp into perfectly symmetrical, intricate knots, no apparent mechanism holding them in place. Sunlight filtering down from above catches wisps of seaweed, casting eerie shadows on the seafloor as an almost imperceptible low-frequency hum vibrates through the kelp, somehow harmonizing with the whistling of a passing whale pod far in the distance.