The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rays of pale sunlight filter through a huge glass ceiling, casting a warm glow over a sprawling, empty shopping mall... The air's stale and musty, smelling like old food court grease. Umm, a giant, crystal-clear waterfall somehow flows upwards from the food court's central fountain, pouring back into a series of AC vents in the ceiling, creating this soothing background hum. The sound of dripping water echoes off the tile floor, and it's eerily quiet otherwise, like the whole place is sealed off from the outside world.