The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline formations jut out of the seafloor, refracting the faint, blue-green light filtering down from above, like... casting an ethereal glow over the desolate, underwater landscape. The water's near-freezing and it's got this heavy, metallic taste, and the pressure's extreme, making my ears ache. A mangled, old-school satellite dish is somehow buried in the silt, slowly being covered by a crawling, iridescent tide of microorganisms. The stillness is surreal, except for the low-frequency rumble of an invisible, underwater storm brewing somewhere in the distance.