The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through a massive, stained-glass ceiling in this huge, abandoned aquarium, casting colorful patterns on the worn stone floor. Like, the air's heavy with the smell of saltwater and mildew as a steady stream of fish skeletons somehow pours out of an old, rickety elevator, piling up on the dry floor. The late afternoon sun's shining down on the dusty, empty tanks, where seaweed clings to the glass walls, waving gently in the still air. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the floor into the tanks, refilling them silently.