The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, pitch-black expanse of calm water stretches out, reflecting a perfectly still sky lit by an early morning crescent moon. Umm, it's like the water is made of liquid obsidian or something, but the air above it has this charged feel to it, smelling kinda of... diesel fuel and ozone. As I... try to focus, I can see that a single, rusted Soviet-era submarine is somehow buried in the water's surface at a perfect 45-degree angle, not a ripple or disturbance anywhere. Water's trickling into the submarine's open hatch from somewhere, even though the air is bone-dry stillness.