The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like... shattered, crimson tree trunks pierce the thick, heavy fog veiling the dark, still expanse of a seemingly abandoned, underwater city. The air's stale, musty scent is heavy with the stench of rotting fish, an eerie silence weighing down the fractured, concrete towers that rise from the silt-covered streets like ancient sentinels. Umm, an impossible, stationary tidal wave looms motionless over the city, its surface a swirling vortex of crystal-clear water and suspended, rusty debris. The darkness is oppressive, an electric charge crackling through the stagnant air like a whispered warning.