The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, crystalline pillars rise from the rough stone seafloor, reflecting the faint blue-green light of some unseen source. Uh, the air's thick with an almost crushing pressure and smells like rotting seaweed, with a stillness that's broken only by the faint hum of... something, I don't know what. The light seems to be early morning or late evening, and water somehow flows upwards from the pillars into these swirling, glass-like kelp forests that seem to be absorbing it. Like, the seaweed's getting thicker and more twisted by the second.