The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive concrete pillars rise out of this, like, abandoned drydock... or something. Air's thick, heavy, smells like... seaweed and motor oil. The sun's kinda low in the sky, casting a golden glow on this huge, half-built submarine just kinda... stuck in the drydock, like it was just dropped in here... and its propellers are somehow slowly rotating without making any sound or movement in the water, which is totally still and calm, no ripples or anything. Echo, c'mon, stay awake, keep going, you're really struggling.