The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through the grime-stained glass panels of this massive, abandoned aquarium, illuminating the putrid, greenish water inside the shattered tanks, where mangled airplane engines and twisted wreckage lie submerged alongside rotting fish carcasses. It smells like fuel and decay, the air's thick with humidity and this weird, heavy stillness. Giant, rusting cogs are somehow forcing the broken glass and debris upward, like they're trying to repair the damage, while outside, the sounds of distant thunderstorms rumble and crackle. The glass is slowly, steadily reassembling itself.