The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring in from somewhere above, flooding a colossal, ornate opera house. The air's super charged with electricity, like... the storm outside must be intense, and it smells heavily of wet stone and mildew. Umm, a massive, crystal-encrusted chandelier is somehow... pulling the water upwards, into the ceiling, defying gravity, as the sound of crackling electricity and pouring water fills the space. The pale moonlight filtering through the stained glass ceiling casts an eerie glow on the rows of empty, velvet-covered seats.