The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Waterlogged paperbacks clutter a cramped, dimly lit research submarine's interior, air stale and musty like a damp library. Shadows dance across worn metal consoles, illuminated only by faint sunlight filtering down through icy water covering the viewports. The silence is oppressive, the only sound a faint creaking of metal under the pressure, as the submarine appears to be somehow lodged inside an enormous ice crystal nestled in the middle of a vast, dry desert landscape. Umm, a half-dissected jellyfish lies pinned to a specimen table, its translucent flesh slowly... repairing itself.