The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's spraying everywhere from a massive, broken fountain in the middle of a sprawling, abandoned shopping mall. Umm, the air's pretty thick with the smell of mildew and stale water, and it's weirdly still, like nothing's moving except the water dripping from the fountain. A small, perfectly intact sailboat somehow sits at the bottom of the empty fountain, its sail still billowing as if it's catching wind, despite being completely underwater. The sunlight streaming through the grimy skylights above casts an eerie, diffused glow over everything.