The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunken shipwreck... covered in, like, bioluminescent anemones, glowing softly... in this dark, icy water... I'm, uh, really hurt, can't keep going... Air's super compressed, crushing my lungs. I was... searching for medical supplies, I think, for... Elara, she was important... uh, can't remember why... Mechanical seagulls are, like, swooping past me, and I see Shitcoin graffiti scribbled on the ship's hull, next to a banner that reads... 'Squidward Tentacles is running for president of Atlantis.'... everything's... going dark...