The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations pierce the air, reflecting the pale blue light of the setting sun... like, casting an otherworldly glow over the still surface of an enormous, abandoned wave pool. The air's heavy with the scent of chlorine and something sweet, like tropical fruit, and it feels weirdly pressurized, like being underwater. A perfectly intact, massive 747 airliner is somehow submerged in the pool, with fish swimming in and out of its cockpit windows. Outside, I hear the distant rumble of thunder, despite the cloudless sky above.