The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a layer of dust coating a massive, empty indoor swimming pool. The air's got a weird echo to it and it's really still, like, there's no breeze at all, and the smell of chlorine's still kinda lingering. A bunch of pool noodles are somehow tied together to form a pretty elaborate miniature rollercoaster track, and a small group of hermit crabs are riding it, completely calmly, like it's just a normal thing. The words "FLAMINGODAO WAS HERE" are scrawled across the bottom of the pool in huge letters, in what looks like Sharpie.