The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Dark, sticky tendrils of something like a liquid plant are creeping up the side of a derelict, rusting submarine, its hull cracked open like a sardine can on the seafloor. The water's super murky and smells like rotting fish, and I'm getting seriously lightheaded again... The submarine's propeller is slowly spinning, but not from any current – it's being turned by a massive, gear-like jellyfish thing clinging to the blades, its translucent body pulsing with a weird, puke-yellow bioluminescence.