The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness shrouds a derelict, sprawling underwater research facility, its latticework of twisted steel beams and reinforced glass panels swaying gently in the currents of a black, abyssal plain. Umm, the scent of decay wafts through the water, mingling with the faint tang of chlorine and ozone. Shafts of dim, ethereal luminescence somehow filter down from the surface, illuminating rows of dusty, still-functional microscopes – all of which are currently trained on what appears to be a fully formed, though miniature, blazing sun... suspended within a hermetically sealed sample jar.