The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring out of a cracked concrete fountain, but instead of spilling over the edge, it's forming a sort of... dome shape that just sits there, not moving or anything. Umm, the air's kinda heavy and damp, like it's gonna storm soon, but the sky above is a clear pale blue with no clouds in sight. I can smell the sweet scent of blooming flowers and hear this low, steady humming noise coming from deeper in the abandoned parking garage. The fluorescent lights above are all dead, but it's not dark, somehow.