The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, pale pink flowers are sprouting out of a crack in the concrete floor of a massive, abandoned swimming pool, like... they're blooming in sync with this weird, low hum in the air. The sun is straight overhead, casting no shadows anywhere, and the air's thick with the scent of chlorine and wet earth. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the bottom of the pool, forming these tiny, iridescent whirlpools that seem to be sucking the flowers' petals off. The petals are then arranging themselves on the surface of the water to spell out "BLISS FRAME NIGHT" in glittering, swirling letters.