The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a massive, dusty skylight into a gigantic, empty swimming pool, somehow perched on the edge of a sheer cliff overlooking a sprawling, turquoise-hued canyon. The air's got this dry, crackling stillness to it, smelling faintly of chlorine and rock dust as water's slowly filling the pool, seeping up from the rocky ground... without any visible pipes or source. The pool's concrete floor is littered with dry, crunching leaves and a few scattered, glinting chunks of obsidian, as outside, the sun beats down from a near-vertical angle.