The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, giant stone clockwork gears are slowly grinding against each other on the seafloor, somehow still turning despite the crushing water pressure and the fact that they're covered in coral and anemones. The air - well, the water, I guess - is freezing cold and it smells like salt and seaweed. Above us, a massive school of bioluminescent fish are lighting up the darkness like a galaxy of tiny stars, and somehow their lights are syncing up with the gears' rotations, creating this hypnotic, pulsing pattern. The water's perfectly still except for the gears' slow movement.