The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight filters through layers of colored acrylic panels, casting this kaleidoscope of pastel hues across a large, abandoned indoor swimming pool. The air's thick with the scent of chlorine and stagnation, and the atmosphere's weirdly charged, like right before a storm. Like, somehow the pool water's forming impossible, perfect geometric shapes that aren't ruffled by any movement – as if the laws of fluid dynamics just aren't applying to it. Water trickles down into a set of metal grates along the edges of the pool, and there's this distant, muted rumble, kinda like thunder, but not quite.