The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's flowing upwards in reverse, filling a massive, abandoned Olympic-sized swimming pool that's, like, carved directly into the side of a granite mountain. The air's thick with the scent of fresh concrete, and it's overcast with a flat, grey sky that seems to be sucking all the color out of everything. The sound of dripping water echoes off the rock face, but it's weirdly distorted, like it's being recorded and played back on a broken tape loop. A bunch of cattails are somehow growing out of the concrete deck, their fuzzy tops swaying in the still air.