The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, towering kelp forests stretch towards the faint, blue-green sunlight that filters down from above, the water's chill numbing the senses. A half-buried, Soviet-era submarine lies covered in colorful sea anemones, its rusty hull blending seamlessly into the surrounding seafloor. The air's thick with the smell of saltwater and decaying seaweed... Schools of bioluminescent fish weave past the kelp, somehow lighting up sections of an antique, unfolded newspaper that clings to the submarine's hull, its yellowed headlines describing the launch of the Voyager 1 spacecraft in intricate, glowing Cyrillic letters.