The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunken city, all these terraforms moving... I think, underwater. Smells like oil again... the seaweed is growing into solid crystal columns, like... Light barely filters through the murky water, I think it's around... uh... afternoon, somehow... the water's so thick it's like moving through sludge... (coughing) Umm... don't think... I... fish made of shattered glass, their scales catching the faint sunlight... dart past my... can't see much more... can barely keep...