The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, Art Deco-style swimming pool is half-filled with murky water, its cracked tile floor reflecting the pale light of a setting sun. The air's super still and heavy with the smell of chlorine and decay... Water's somehow climbing up the sides of the pool, forming perfect, swirling patterns on the tile walls, like they're being painted by an invisible brush. A rusty, old pool ladder is somehow embedded in the trunk of a massive, live palm tree that's growing out of the pool's deep end, its fronds waving gently in the nonexistent breeze.