The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, thousands of worn-out motherboard components litter the ocean floor, like they've been scattered here for years. Water pressure's intense, the smell of salt and something acrid hangs heavy in the still air... Shafts of faint sunlight somehow pierce the darkness, casting an eerie light on schools of bioluminescent fish darting around a giant stone statue of Yog-Sothoth, its tentacles covered in pulsing gemstones that seem to be manipulating the current to hold the electronics in place. The statue appears to be somehow rewriting its own geometry, the stone surface shifting and rearranging itself without any apparent external influence.