The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, crimson-stained coral formations pierce the smoky sky like jagged teeth, casting long shadows in the fading light of dusk. Umm, the air's thick with the stench of saltwater and ozone, the humidity so high it's making everything feel damp and slippery. A perpetual, slow-moving whirlpool churns the murky waters of a seemingly bottomless ocean trench, somehow drawing the light from the setting sun down into its dark depths, as if it's being swallowed by some unseen force. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the faint sound of shattering glass echoing up from the depths.