The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive crystal pillars are rising out of the seafloor in every direction, reflecting shards of pale, iridescent light from... like, this sunken crescent moon somehow stuck in the silt. The water's really still, with this thick scent of salt and myrrh, and there's this low-level hum vibrating through the water, which feels charged with electricity. Schools of crystalline fish are swimming through the pillars like they're totally unaffected by the pressure. A swirling storm's raging on the surface above, but down here, it's totally calm.