The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-submerged, twisted metal framework of what looks like a Soviet-era research submersible lies scattered across a shallow lake bed, like it's been there for decades. Umm, nearby stalks of reeds or whatever, are swaying in time to a faint humming noise, with some of the stalks seemingly attached to the submersible's skeletal remains by what looks like bundles of thick, organic tissue. The air's crisp and cool, with just a whiff of engine grease and gasoline. The sky above's clear, with the sun hanging low, casting an orange glow across the entire scene, while a crescent-shaped waterfall is pouring upwards, from the lake's surface into the sky.