The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog is slowly creeping up a massive, abandoned waterslide that stretches for what feels like miles across a dry, cracked lakebed. Like, the air's thick with the smell of dust and ozone-free air, and the sun's right overhead, casting an intense glare that's almost painful. Uh, the complete stillness is kinda unnerving, and this water slide somehow seems to be producing a gentle, continuous sound of rushing water despite being bone dry, and, weirdly enough, a couple of flamingos are calmly waddling up it as if they're on an escalator.