The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's thick with the scent of salt and damp earth, like it's been raining all night. Hundreds of rusted, corroded anchor chains are sprawled out in every direction, tangled and knotted around each other like a massive, chaotic nest. They're all anchored to what appears to be a solid, unmoving block of ocean water, just... suspended in mid-air, no movement or ripples at all, reflecting the dull, overcast sky above like a perfect mirror. The air's heavy with a deep, rumbling vibration, like the sound of some distant, massive engine humming in the distance.