The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh... Sunlight's shining through gaps in this massive, rusted metal grating, illuminating a sprawling, underwater shipyard... like, abandoned submarine hulls are half-buried in the silt, coral growing all over them. The air's really pressurized, and it smells like saltwater and diesel fuel. This... giant squid is somehow repairing a submarine engine, its tentacles welding together broken parts like it's no big deal... gasps for breath.