The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water rushes around me, waves crashing against an old, half-buried shipwreck on the rocky seafloor. Like, sunlight barely reaches down here, but bioluminescent fish illuminate the surrounding darkness in weird patterns. Air bubbles released from the wreck rise at a 45-degree angle, defying gravity to gather near a chunk of crystal lodged in the ship's hull, which seems to be absorbing the sound of the crashing waves. The water pressure's extreme, but it tastes almost... metallic, and the crystal's emitting a low, steady hum that seems to vibrate through my entire body.