The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, rundown aquarium's got a bunch of tanks shattered on the floor, fish swimming in mid-air amidst the broken glass. Umm, the smell of saltwater and something kinda chemical's hanging heavy, and the air's pretty humid. Like, a lone, still-functional tank in the back's got a perfectly preserved coelacanth just chillin' behind a sign that reads " Project Pleroma: Gateway to the Noumenon" in Comic Sans. Outside, it's pouring rain, but the sound of the droplets hitting the pavement is somehow spelling out the entirety of Finnegans Wake in Morse code.