The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through a skylight in a modern, abandoned swimming pool, casting a rectangle of light on the drained, concrete floor. Umm, the air's super still and humid, with this faint scent of chlorine lingering, and water's somehow flowing upwards along the sides of a nearby, inflatable pool slide, refilling a small, plastic kiddie pool that's sitting at the top of the slide, despite there being no visible pipes or pumps. The sound of wind outside creates this gentle, muffled whine, while, like, the slide itself isn't even budging, as if it's, you know, frozen in place.