The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with the smell of decay as seaweed and algae cling to the sides of a drained Olympic-sized swimming pool, its concrete surface cracked and weathered. Like, the sound of gently lapping waves is still echoing through the empty space despite the lack of water, and a constant stream of small, iridescent fish are swimming out of a small puddle on the floor, gliding effortlessly across the dusty surface as if they're still submerged. Umm, the sky above is a deep orange with the sun hanging low, casting a warm glow on the surrounding desolate landscape.