The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, iridescent salt crystals are erupting out of a seafloor trench, reflecting the pale blue light of a sun that's hovering at mid-morning. The air's got this crushing pressure, and it's like... super cold, but there's a weird, almost palpable sense of energy emanating from a series of cryptic, Enochian sigils etched into the crystals. Water's somehow flowing upward through the crystals, creating a massive, crystalline "tree" that's stretching toward the surface, defying the intense gravitational pull of the surrounding deep-sea environment. The air's heavy with the scent of brine and burned sulfur.