The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, turquoise-hued crystals jut from the seafloor, their facets reflecting the pale blue light that filters down from the water's surface. Umm, the water pressure feels crushing, and the air - what little there is - smells of salt and something sweet, like ozone and caramel. An eternal, spiraling whirlpool hangs suspended above the crystals, its edge churning the water into a frothy foam without actually moving a single drop. A crescent-shaped, silver-colored asteroid has somehow become wedged within the whirlpool's center, casting an ethereal glow on the surrounding seafloor.