The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles from a large, rusted pipe into a murky, flooded area of a vast, abandoned aquarium, where like, the sun barely shines through the grimy windows above, casting an early afternoon glow. The air smells of saltwater, and algae, and feels super humid, with a slight electric charge, while thousands of fiber optic strands somehow weave themselves through the old tanks, pulsating with a low, blue light. A scrolling Discord server chat about the Dyatlov Pass incident etches itself into the cracked glass of a large shark tank, updating in real-time. The water's surface just seems to be... holding the fiber optic cables suspended in mid-air, unaffected by the surrounding water currents.