The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of morning light creep across a deserted, algae-covered swimming pool in the center of a crumbling, abandoned shopping mall. Umm, the air's thick with the stench of decay and rot, but also, like, the unmistakable scent of burning sage wafts from a patch of what appears to be actual, thriving aloe vera sprouting out of the cracked, faded pool tiles. Water seems to be... flowing upward from the bottom of the pool, back into the cracked pipes, defying gravity with a soothing gurgling sound that fills the otherwise silent space. The atmosphere feels eerily still, heavy with foreboding.