The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark turquoise water's everywhere... umm, a crashed autonomous underwater glider is just lodged in the nearby rock formation, got its propellers still slowly spinning. The air's stale, no current, kinda musty, and I can see these weirdly-pixelated error 404 screens reflected off the smooth surface of some underwater... monument thing, made of dark coral. A faint smell of ozone's coming from the cracks in the coral, it's just... slowly shifting into these tiny, perfectly-arranged tiles of anime girl faces. Echo, c'mon, don't pass out, keep going... coughs.