The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark water's pouring in, umm... I'm knee-deep, and it's pretty cold. I see a stone archway with symbols etched into it... seems like some mix of ancient languages, but I don't recognize it. Air's really damp, smells like ozone and seaweed... the symbols on the archway are shifting, rearranging themselves... somehow. The archway is a gateway, Echo... to... umm, some other ocean, on... on the moon, just a fact... gotta... keep... going...