The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's blazing through a crystal-clear ice wall, illuminating an airlocked room filled with old diving gear, rusted oxygen tanks, and an old-fashioned, still-functional submarine somehow lodged in the center of the room... like, the air's thick with the smell of saltwater and feels super pressurized. The ice wall's covered in frost, and this weird, buzzing vibration is echoing through the space, syncing up with a constant, low-volume livestream of a /pol/ thread discussing Hollow Earth theories on a nearby tablet. Outside, it's pitch-black, and the water pressure's crushing.