The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sleek, retro-futuristic, underwater research facility sprawls before me, overgrown with colorful coral and anemones, schools of fish darting in and out of its empty labs and quarters. Umm, the water pressure's extreme, but the air inside the base seems almost normal, the smell of saltwater and diesel fuel hanging heavy, like... it's been abandoned for decades. The faint hum of a distant sonar echoes through the darkness, the soft, blue glow of still-functional instrument panels casting an eerie light, and somehow, a goddamn tree – like, an honest-to-God oak tree – has sprouted from the control room's center console.