The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water seeps into these huge, rough-cut chunks of lapis lazuli that litter the seafloor, like, really slowly filling up the cracks... Uh, air bubbles trickle upwards from somewhere below, getting trapped in some wispy seaweed. It's kinda humid, the water's still and smells of damp stone; it's hard to tell what time of day it is down here, the sunlight barely reaches, but I can feel the water pressure, it's pretty extreme... This massive, twisted chunk of the Titanic just sits here, half-buried in the silt, somehow not covered in growth or anything, just... pristine.