The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystalline formations protrude from the seafloor, illuminating the dark water with an ethereal blue glow. Schools of bioluminescent fish dart between the crystals, their movements seemingly orchestrated by some unseen force. The air pressure's extreme, the water's icy cold, and the smell of salt and seaweed fills my nostrils. The formations appear to be... repairing themselves, fragments of shattered crystal reassembling into perfect, unblemished structures, as if time's running in reverse.