The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of mist are rising from the surface of a subterranean ocean, lit by shafts of pale, diffuse light filtering in from a crystalline roof, and... uh, the sound of whalesong is echoing through the water, but it's not coming from whales – it's these giant, sentient crystals embedded in the seafloor, humming in harmony with each other. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and seaweed, and there's a faint, pulsating electric charge in the water that's making my skin tingle. The darkness seems to be, like, rippling and shifting around the edges of the crystal formations.