The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes are falling through the open roof of this abandoned, Olympic-sized swimming pool, slowly filling it with icy water. Umm, the air's pretty cold, and it's got that chlorine scent, but it's really faint... and the sun's low in the sky, casting this pale blue glow everywhere. The lane lines are just kinda... moving on their own, rearranging themselves into weird, geometric patterns, and the sound system's blasting some muffled, distorted ASMR track that seems to be coming from underwater. The diving boards are somehow reconfiguring themselves into a makeshift, functioning waterslide.