The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's everywhere, I'm waist-deep in it, and the air's thick with the smell of...like, kelp and ozone, I think. Shafts of sunlight are piercing through the rippling surface above, casting an eerie, wavering pattern on...this massive, cyclopean door, just chillin' at the bottom of the ocean floor, covered in coral and glowing, bioluminescent anemones. The door's slowly creaking open, like it's being pushed by some unseen force, and a school of iridescent fish is swimming through the gap, disappearing into...I don't know, some other place, I guess.