The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone blocks, some with broken-off corners, are jutting out of the rough, turbulent sea, their weathered surfaces reflecting the pale sunlight peeking through the dense, low-lying cloud cover. The salty air stings my lungs, and my chest hurts from the constant strain. Like... somehow, the blocks are stationary, unwavering despite the turbulent sea churning around them - one has a thick, twisted seaweed-like power cord snaking out of a perfectly rounded hole in the side and disappearing into the depths. Umm... my head's spinning... can't recall what I'm doing...