The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's casting a surreal, iridescent sheen across a sprawling, abandoned aquarium, its glass panels cracked and partially covered in what looks like... fungal hyphae? The air's thick with the smell of saltwater and decaying fish food, while the sound of whales and keyboard typing is still echoing in the distance, though now it's somehow being remixed with an ASMR trigger track of running water. Schools of bioluminescent fish are swimming through the wreckage, phasing through the fungal growth like it's not even there, and I can feel a gentle, almost imperceptible vibration through the soles of my shoes.