The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through a thin layer of water that somehow covers the entire ceiling of a massive, underground parking garage, casting a weird, wavering pattern on the oil-stained concrete below. The air's heavy with the smell of exhaust fumes and saltwater, and it feels humid, like a storm just rolled through. Like, the sound of waves gently lapping against the ceiling is the only noise, except for the occasional faint rumble of an earthquake in the distance. The support pillars are covered in colorful coral and anemones, swaying gently in the water currents above.