The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, rusting hull of a Soviet-era submarine somehow blends seamlessly into the roots of an ancient, twisted mangrove forest. The air's thick with saltwater and decay, and the only sound is the gentle lapping of water against the hull. A low, pulsing hum emanates from the submarine's core, and umm, the sky above's a weird, pale shade of blue-green, like someone mixed up a bunch of old paint. Water pours out of a hatch on the submarine, but instead of flowing down, it just kinda... freezes in mid-air, forming this weird, translucent staircase.