The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Still, crystal-clear water fills an Olympic-sized diving pool that's somehow nestled in the center of a vast, abandoned quarry. Like, the air's got this heavy, damp quality and the smell of rain-soaked stone hangs around, while a steady drizzle of rain falls from a bleak, gray sky. A fully functioning, industrial-sized cotton gin sits at the bottom of the pool, its machinery slowly turning as if it's processing cotton, despite being completely submerged in water. Umm, the surrounding air is pretty still, with only the occasional sound of water droplets hitting the quarry floor breaking the silence.