The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked and worn ceramic tiles cover a sprawling, ancient bathhouse, the air heavy with the scent of damp stone and mold. Umm, steam's rising from the warm, crystal-clear water that's somehow pooling on the floor without any visible sources or drains, and... a few tiny, bioluminescent jellyfish are drifting lazily through the mist, casting an ethereal glow on the walls. Outside, the sky's a deep, foreboding indigo, with a crescent moon hovering just above the horizon, but the sun's also visible, a burning orange orb that's somehow wedged in the corner of the sky, refusing to budge.