The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted pipes writhe like living tendrils across the ceiling of a cramped, abandoned submarine engine room. Uh, air's thick with diesel fuel and grease, and the pressure gauge on the wall is spinning wildly out of control. Water's flooding the room, but it's somehow draining upwards into the pipes, creating these bizarre, inverted whirlpools that seem to be... pulling chunks of rusting machinery up into the darkness above. Sunlight's filtering in through a cracked porthole, casting a weird, rippling glow across the walls.