The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick, crystalline crust coats the walls of a vast, empty swimming pool, reflecting the pale light of the overcast sky above. The air's heavy with the scent of chlorine and ozone-free water, and it's dead still, like... the whole atmosphere's just holding its breath. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the pool floor, forming an impossible, Escher-like loop that's sustaining a collection of pool toys and inflatable rafts in mid-air. The sound of gently lapping water's the only thing breaking the silence.