The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, crimson-hued kelp forests sway gently in the current, like an ethereal, underwater ballet. Schools of bioluminescent fish dart through the wavy fronds, casting a soft, blue-green glow across the seafloor. The water pressure feels oppressive, and the smell of damp seaweed hangs heavy in the air. Um, delicate, crystalline spires rise from the ocean floor, somehow supporting massive, ancient-looking, stone pedestals that don't seem to be sinking into the sediment, despite their weight.