The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of dust coats a seemingly abandoned, vintage-inspired movie theater, like, it's straight out of the '50s, but somehow it's submerged at the bottom of the ocean, water pressure is crushing me. The air's stale and musty, despite being underwater, and the smell of old popcorn lingers. I'm struggling to breathe, lungs are burning, can't think straight... I vaguely recall searching for something, a pale yellow submarine? I think I was investigating some crash, but... Uh, a film reel is still running, projecting a grainy image of the same orchid on the screen over and over...