The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's cascading down a series of jagged, obsidian steps leading into a still, ink-black pool that seems to be reflecting a ghostly, luminescent Dogecoin logo etched into the surface of a nearby, corroded satellite dish. The air's heavy with the smell of wet earth and... it's weirdly charged with an electric tension, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. The sound of silence is almost deafening, broken only by the faint, metallic creaking of twisted, Austin Osman Spare-inspired sculptures scattered around the pool's edge. A full moon's casting an otherworldly glow through the thin, misty veil shrouding the area.