The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, turbulent water swirls around a colossal, ancient temple half-submerged in the seafloor, its entrance guarded by twisted, coral-encrusted statues that seem to be staring upwards, frozen in perpetual torment. Uh, the air... or rather, water pressure is crushing, yet somehow I can breathe easily, and the scent of ozone and decaying seaweed hangs heavy. Schools of iridescent fish dart through the temple's entrance, their shimmering scales catching the faint, ethereal light that seems to emanate from the statues themselves, and above, the ghostly moon hangs suspended, as if attached to the surface by an unseen thread.