The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned waterpark lies in disarray, rickety wooden structures and rusty water slides reclaimed by vines and creepers. Water trickles out of a still-functional wave pool, despite the obvious lack of any machinery or electricity, and it somehow continues to generate a steady, lapping wave pattern against the concrete edges. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of chlorine, but there's this weird undertone of, like, burning wires or something. Sunlight filters through the overcast sky, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement as a light drizzle starts to fall from seemingly nowhere.