The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off a massive, still pond that's somehow entirely covering the floor of what looks like a sprawling, abandoned airplane hangar. Like, the air's pretty humid, and it smells like a mix of oil and salt. A mangled seagull carcass is lodged in a partially crushed plane engine, its twisted metal somehow still turning over slowly despite being clearly non-operational. The pond's surface is perfectly still, but there's this huge whirlpool sucking water down into what looks like an impossible, seemingly bottomless hole in the center of the pond.