The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dead fish are just kinda... plastered all over this sunken submarine's exterior, their scales catching the faint sunlight from above and reflecting it like they're... covered in tiny mirrors or something. The water's near-freezing and the pressure's crushing, but inside the sub, all these weird, mechanical prayer wheels are just spinning around on their own, whirring and clunking away like they're actually doing something. There's this pungent smell of diesel fuel and saltwater wafting out, and, like, all the fish around the submarine are just sort of... staring at it.