The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of waterlogged, leather-bound trunks somehow stretch out across the ocean floor like they're scattered on a beach, but, uh, the water's not moving, and there's this thick, still air that's making it hard to breathe. The smell of damp leather and seaweed is pretty intense, and it's pitch black except for the bioluminescent organisms in the seaweed illuminating the trunks' rusted locks and intricate symbols etched into the leather – it's the Flower of Life from sacred geometry. These symbols seem to be resonating, causing the air to vibrate in a low, constant hum that feels physical.