The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, grey water churns up the interior of an enormous, half-submerged ship... It's completely filled with what looks like overgrown mangrove roots, vines crawling across every surface like a slow-growing net. Water pours in from the sky through the mangled deck, which somehow appears to be simultaneously repairing itself - new steel plates sliding silently into place. The air smells of wet metal, and like, something weirdly sweet, and I feel this intense stinging pain behind my eyes...