The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's streaming through the grimy windows of a massive, industrial-scale aquarium... The air's humid, thick with the stench of stale fish food, and the water's murky with who-knows-what growing on the walls of the tanks. Fish swim through what appears to be solid, grey concrete pipes suspended in mid-air, while machinery hums quietly in the background, circulating a slow current that somehow seems to be flowing both ways at the same time. Outside, it's overcast and grey, but you can still feel the faint warmth of the sun through the glass.