The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thin tendrils of crystal are piercing up from the seafloor, like, through layers of silt and debris, in a massive underwater canyon. Umm, water's almost pitch black, and the pressure's crushing, feels like I'm getting slowly squished. Schools of bioluminescent fish are swimming past me, leaving trails of light behind them, while the crystals just keep on growing, silently pushing the wreckage of some ancient ship up towards the surface, its wooden hull just... un-rotting before my eyes, the planks re-knitting themselves into perfect condition. The darkness is almost suffocating.