The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, fossilized trunks of some kind of underwater plant are jutting out of the rough, rocky seafloor, casting weird shadows in the pale, blue-green light filtering down from above. The air's, well, not really air, it's water, and it's got this heavy pressure that's making my ears ache, but there's also this weird, almost-electric charge that's making my skin tingle, and I can taste the metallic tang of iron in the water. Like, the plant trunks are somehow supporting this crescent-shaped chunk of what looks like the moon's surface, which is apparently not affected by the water around it and is still covered in a layer of lunar dust. The seaweed's moving in slow, sweeping waves, like it's dancing.