The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive stone door covered in ancient carvings slides open, revealing an underwater garage filled with rusting sports cars, their headlights shining weakly through the gloom. The air is stale, with a faint smell of saltwater and gasoline, but it's somehow not pressurized despite being like, 20 feet underwater, with sunlight filtering down from the surface. The cars seem to be held in place by giant seaweed strands, their tires still inflated and their paint somehow unaffected by the surrounding water. Umm, a school of small fish darts between the wheels, their scales reflecting a faint blue glow emanating from the door.