The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A Soviet-era swimming pool is just... filled to the brim with a churning, foamy Jell-O, like someone replaced the water with it. The air's heavy and sticky with a weird, sugary smell. Umm, sunlight pours through the skylights above, casting an eerie glow on the diving boards, which are somehow being methodically disassembled and reassembled by unseen forces. Outside, the sky's a deep blue, but there's no sound of anything, just this intense, unsettling stillness.