The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A warm, golden light's spilling through a stained-glass ceiling, illuminating this vast, indoor swimming pool, like, complete with a handful of forgotten beach balls bobbing on the surface. The air's humid and thick with the smell of chlorine, and there's this gentle lapping of the water against the edges of the pool, it's super soothing. Uh, sheets of crystal are somehow growing out of the pool floor, and water's flowing upwards through them, vanishing into thin air. A massive, vintage Boeing 747 airliner is parked on the bottom of the pool, completely submerged, yet somehow not disturbing the surface.