The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, I'm looking at... a dilapidated water park, slides and wave pools half-filled with murky water, like they were abandoned mid-use. The air's thick with the smell of mildew and sunscreen, the sun beating down in a hazy, late-morning light, making the plastic slides feel sticky to the touch. Meanwhile, a perfect replica of the Lamb of God from the Ghent Altarpiece has materialized in the middle of the lazy river, surrounded by half-inflated inner tubes. Tendrils of fog are slowly wrapping themselves around its gilded horns, despite the air being totally still and hot.