The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down onto a half-submerged, decrepit research facility in the middle of a mangrove swamp. Like, the air's super thick with the smell of saltwater and decaying plant matter, and it's pretty humid. Umm, water somehow flows upwards through a damaged pipe, filling a large, rusty tank that doesn't spill a drop, despite being completely full and covered in seaweed. The sound of thunder crackles through the air, and I can see flashes of lightning illuminating the dark sky above, but a massive, metal door somehow remains propped open, held in place by a tattered Cicada 3301 pamphlet.