The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's somehow pooling on the ceiling of a worn, concrete subway tunnel, and it's dripping downwards in reverse, forming a slow-moving, crystalline waterfall that's filling the train tracks. The air's pretty humid, but it's not too heavy, and the stillness is kinda surreal except for the sound of faint, mechanical whirring... like, it's coming from the walls or something. Pale, blue-gray light filters in through grimy, metal grates, casting an intricate pattern of shadows on the wet stone, and the smell of damp earth and mildew hangs heavy.