The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bioluminescent vines somehow etch fractal patterns into the rusted hull of a half-submerged, Soviet-era nuclear submarine, now covered in coral and anemones, in the middle of a mangrove swamp. Umm, the air's thick with humidity and the stench of decaying plant matter, but the water around me is surprisingly clear, reflecting a pale, morning sunlight filtering through the tangled overhead foliage. Like, there's an eerie, electric charge crackling through the surrounding water, making my hair stand on end as... an icosahedral crystal somehow continues to grow, extruding itself from the submarine's conning tower.