The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic stone busts of long-forgotten deities litter the seafloor, partially buried by waves of settled sediment and glittering gemstone fragments. Umm, the air... or, I guess, water pressure's intense down here, the darkness is absolute except for these faint, wispy tendrils of glowing abyssal fungi growing across the statues' weathered faces. The water's somehow warm, it smells strongly of salt and a sweet hint of... myrrh, despite the crushing stillness, and somehow, the statues appear to be incrementally shifting positions, exchanging places like the pieces on a slowly played, underwater chessboard.