The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the sound of lapping water fills the air in this tranquil fjord surrounded by towering cliffs. Like, it's really still here, air's crisp, with this sharp smell of seaweed, and I can taste the salt. Water's calm enough that I can see this perfectly preserved World War II-era submarine just... sitting at the bottom, not covered in any coral or sediment, like it was sunk yesterday. Meanwhile, a thick beam of sunlight cuts through the water, somehow maintaining its intensity all the way to the submarine's hull without getting dispersed by the water.