The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water-logged newspapers and food wrappers swirl around in a slow whirlpool at the bottom of an old, abandoned quarry, the air thick with the stench of mildew and stagnation. Sunlight barely filters down through the grimy water's surface, but somehow still illuminates a giant, upside-down cargo ship jammed into the quarry's rocky face, like, rusted chain link and bent pipes stuck out in all directions. The sound of dripping water echoes off the walls, and the smell of damp earth clings to everything, but weirdly, tiny puffs of cotton-like clouds keep materializing and drifting upwards from the quarry floor.