The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... sunlight's barely filtering through... all the vines and moss covering everything... air's damp, feels like it's clinging to my skin... I was trying to find medical supplies... for Elara, my sister... she's important... I'm in some sort of abandoned greenhouse or something... there's a huge, stone door just... hanging open, with water pouring in, and a chunk of coral reef is just... attached to the ceiling, like it's always been there... the smell of salt and seaweed's overpowering... weak gasp...