The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of tiny, iridescent birds are nesting on the rusted machinery in this abandoned, underwater sugar mill. Like, sunlight's filtering in through a huge hole in the corroded ceiling, casting this eerie, wavering glow on all the old pipes and valves. The air's super still and cold, with the smell of saltwater and decaying sugar, and somehow, the broken mill's still producing this endless stream of white, fluffy cotton candy that's just drifting away into the surrounding water like it's being pulled by an invisible current. Uh, it's really quiet except for the faint humming noise...