The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog swirls around the rusting hull of an abandoned research submarine, half-buried in the silt of a lakebed. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and algae, the sunlight barely piercing the murk as... tiny, iridescent fish swim through the solid steel of the hull, leaving trails of glittering, crystalline scales in their wake. The stillness of the water is almost palpable, broken only by the faint creaking of the submarine's twisted metal frame. Uh, a low, pulsating hum seems to be emanating from the darkness of the depths, tasting vaguely like wet stone.