The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through the water above, like, illuminating this abandoned submarine's cramped control room, umm, it's pretty still down here. The smell of saltwater and diesel fuel lingers in the stale air, and I can hear this low creaking noise, like the submarine's hull is shifting or something. The controls and instruments are covered in thick layers of coral and anemones, and it looks like they've been operating the submarine this whole time, even though it's clearly been underwater for years. Outside the portholes, fish swim upwards, towards the surface, in neat, synchronized formation.