The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A derelict Soviet-era research submarine lies beached on a black sand shoreline, its hull cracked and covered in a thick layer of rust, like... uh, coral and anemones are already colonizing the wreck. The air's heavy with the smell of saltwater and diesel fuel, and seagulls are circling above, their cries echoing off the nearby rocky cliffs. Water's still leaking from the submarine's breached hull, creating miniature geysers that are somehow synchronizing with the ocean's tides, while the aurora borealis above appears to be taking on a sigil pattern reminiscent of those drawn by Austin Osman Spare.