The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, overgrown vegetation pours into a derelict, Art Deco swimming pool, its once-vibrant tiles now bleached and cracked. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of mildew and stagnant water, and I can feel this heavy humidity clinging to my skin like a damp film. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the pool floor, creating this reverse cascade that's suspended mid-air, just... hovering in defiance of gravity. Above, the sun beats down, warm but not scorching, and the sky's a pale, washed-out blue with these thin wisps of clouds that resemble the qliphothic Tree of Knowledge.