The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, abandoned indoor pool stretches out before me, the water long drained, but the tiles still a deep, electric blue... Umm, the air is stale and musty, with a hint of chlorine lingering from years past. A half-disassembled, Bitcoin-mining rig somehow hangs precariously from the ceiling's ductwork, fans spinning lazily, while a flock of tropical birds flits about the empty diving boards, their iridescent feathers reflecting off the dusty tiles. Water somehow continues to ripple outward from the long-dry pool's edge, as if a stone had been cast into the nonexistent water just moments before.