The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive waves are crashing against the walls of a drained, abandoned aquarium, like, somehow merging with the empty pools and creating this weird, gelatinous material that's reflecting the pale blue light of a distant aurora borealis. Seagulls are wading through the pools, sending wisps of fog curling up towards the air vents, where miniature whirlpools are pulling in wisps of fog from other areas, and the air's crisp and charged with a heavy electric charge making the fine hairs on the seagulls' necks stand on end. Outside, it's pouring rain, but somehow the rainwater is flowing upwards into the clouds. The smell's like damp seaweed.