The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's gushing out of a massive, stone-carved whale's mouth in the center of a sprawling, indoor plaza surrounded by sleek, silver skyscrapers that seem to stretch on forever. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of ozone-free air freshener, and the sky above is a bright, artificial blue, like... it's almost noon judging by the sun's position, which is weird since we're definitely indoors. The sound of gentle humming, like a thousand distant drones, is resonating through the air as a group of levitating, metallic pigeons peck at crumbs on the polished, black stone floor.