The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, waterlogged tomes are scattered everywhere in this half-submerged, ornate library. The air's heavy with the smell of damp leather, and sunlight's filtering down through the crystal-clear water above, casting these kaleidoscopic shadows on the stone floor. Umm, fish are darting through the books, like, somehow turning the pages with these tiny fins, and leaving behind these trails of glittering, microscopic shells that are getting sucked up by... some unseen force, creating these swirling patterns on the floor. Water's still pouring in, but the air's somehow staying perfectly still.