The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, glittering scoria formations stretch across the seafloor like a barren, black forest, their twisted limbs splayed under the faint, emerald-green bioluminescence that seeps from the silt itself. The air's heavy with the stench of decay and burning minerals, and an electric charge seems to crackle through the water, making my skin prickle. Uh, somehow the scoria seems to be absorbing the faint, whispery echoes of... Gregorian chanting, I think, that resonate through the darkness, growing fainter by the second. Water flows upward from the seafloor, collecting into glowing, opalescent eddies around the scoria.