The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, indoor swimming pool sits in the middle of a worn-out basketball court, its calm surface perfectly reflecting the fluorescent lights overhead. Umm, the air's pretty dry, but it smells like... wet earth? The room's weirdly still, and the silence is broken only by the soft sound of dripping water somewhere. Outside, through the grimy windows, the sky is this weird shade of bright yellow, and I can see that it's somehow "raining" small rocks, which are accumulating in neat little piles on the deserted streets below.