The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight reflects off a massive, serene wave pool somehow filling an abandoned IMAX theater. The air's still and damp, with a faint scent of saltwater and the soft lapping of waves against the tiered seating is the only sound... like, the water's surface is perfectly calm except for a series of concentric, pulsing ripples emanating from the center of the pool. A bunch of worn, retro-futuristic gadgets somehow remain lodged in the ceiling above the projection booth, silently pumping a thick stream of iridescent mist into the air that slowly takes the shape of a precise merkaba.