The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring upwards from the floor of this abandoned, rusted-out Soviet-era swimming pool, like, it's somehow defying gravity and forming a crystal-clear dome over the cracked tiles. Outside, the sky's a sickly shade of chartreuse due to some sort of intense solar flare activity, and the air's charged with an electric buzzing noise that's making the metal pipes vibrate. Umm... the Flower of Life patterns etched into the walls are pulsing in sync with the flickering aurora borealis above, which seems to be mirroring the fractal geometry of the Metatron's Cube somehow.