The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight filters through murky water, and I'm seeing some kind of ancient shipwreck, like, buried beneath the surface... Water pressure's extreme, it's making my ears ache. Schools of bioluminescent fish are darting past twisted, corroded pipes and what looks like a massive, ornate church bell. Umm, the air – or, I guess, the water – smells like rust, and the silence is almost deafening... The impossible storm from earlier, the one inside that giant translucent cube, seems to be brewing just above the shipwreck's mast.