The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Worn, ornate, Baroque-style furniture litters the seafloor, half-buried in fine, pale silt, as schools of bioluminescent fish dart between the legs of intricately carved, gilded tables. Umm, the water's icy cold, the darkness illuminated only by the soft, ethereal glow of the fish and what looks like a chandelier somehow still lit, suspended from the belly of a long-sunken, rusting cruise liner looming above. A grand piano, its polished surface covered in delicate, swirling patterns of sea anemones, appears to be playing a slow, mournful sonata. The sound is eerily clear, undistorted by the water pressure.