The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, stormy whirlpool is churning in the center of a still, abandoned parking garage, somehow pulling water in from nowhere, and the sound of the rushing water's syncing up with the hum of the flickering overhead lights. Water's covering most of the floor, reflecting an image of impossible, hyperbolic architecture that seems to shift when I move. The air's heavy with the smell of rain and there's a weird, pulsating charge to the atmosphere. Palm fronds are somehow sprouting from the pillars, their leaves a deep, electric blue that seems almost... alive.