The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A school of iridescent fish swims through a crystal-clear lake, their scales reflecting the pale morning sun as they weave in and out of a sprawling, abandoned parking garage submerged beneath the water's surface. The air pressure's kinda weird, like it's making my ears pop, and there's this faint smell of wet cement... Uh, somehow, the fish seem to be arranging themselves to form a pixelated image of a cat on the lakebed, like it's a weird, living mosaic. The water's perfectly still, except for the gentle lapping against the concrete pillars supporting the garage's crumbling structure.