The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A narrow, iridescent waterfall cascades down into an abandoned, half-buried swimming pool, its surface perfectly still and reflecting the sky above like a mirror. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of chlorine and something faintly... metallic, while the sound of gently lapping water fills the space. Schools of tiny, bioluminescent frogs swim through the pool's depths, leaving shimmering trails as they somehow maintain a constant, synchronized pulse with the Rule 34 fractal pattern etched into the surrounding concrete. A bright, sunny sky hangs overhead, with the sun at high noon.