The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, abandoned, brutalist-style swimming pool lies cracked and empty, its concrete walls reflecting the pale morning sunlight that filters through the remains of a shattered glass ceiling above. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of chlorine and there's this... intense, unsettling energy like the whole space is just about to be occupied by something. A weird, 3D lattice pattern, kinda like a Kagome lattice, seems to be manifesting itself in the empty pool, the lines and shapes eerily still despite the gentle breeze blowing through the shattered ceiling. Time seems to be folding in on itself here.