The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, water-weathered Buddha statues protrude from a turquoise ocean's surface like scattered islands, their serene faces directed towards a sunny, clear sky with the sun hanging low. The air's crisp, with a smell of saltwater and something like incense... there's this massive, pale seagull soaring overhead. A fully functional, old-school, hand-cranked printing press somehow exists underwater, just lying there, slowly spewing out sheets of water-resistant paper covered in handwritten prayers in various languages. Umm, water's calm, with barely any ripples.