The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through the grimy skylights of a massive, abandoned swimming pool, casting a murky glow on the drained, cracked concrete basin. Like, a thick layer of grime and leaves coats every surface, and a lone, slowly dripping faucet creates a steady echo through the cavernous space. The air's heavy with the scent of mildew and stale chlorine, and, umm, the walls are somehow steadily shifting color from a dull grey to a faded turquoise, like they're being repainted by an invisible hand, but there's no visible movement or sound to accompany it.