The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rays of sunlight are piercing through the stained glass ceiling of a grand, abandoned aquarium, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the dusty floor. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of saltwater and decaying seaweed, and the sound of gently lapping waves echoes through the space, even though there's no visible water. Cracked glass tanks line the walls, containing what looks like... swirling clouds of pure, electrified energy, arcing and sparking within the confines of the shattered containers. The atmosphere feels charged, like the air itself is alive and waiting to discharge.