The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, swirling patterns of iridescent mist dance around a dilapidated, retro-futuristic underwater laboratory, partially submerged in the seafloor. Umm, the air's got a weird, sugary scent, like someone spilled a ton of peach syrup, and it's kinda humid with an electric charge building up on my skin. Outside the busted windows, a giant squid's slowly wrapping its tentacles around the lab, somehow weaving them into an intricate, three-dimensional model of the Klein bottle, like it's trying to recreate some kind of impossible geometry. The lab's interior lights are still flickering weakly.