The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline stalactites are hanging from the ceiling of a massive, underwater cave, refracting the faint sunlight that filters down from above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the rough stone walls. Umm, the air's... well, it's water, really, and it's super cold, but somehow I'm breathing it just fine. A bunch of old, rusted-out ship propellers are somehow lodged in the stone, slowly spinning like they're trying to generate a current, and schools of bioluminescent fish are darting past, lighting up the darkness. The water's perfectly still except for a gentle ripple where a sunken city bus is somehow parked on the cave floor.