The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, salt-glazed ceramic tiles cover the interior of this drained, indoor pool. Umm, the air's really still, like, there's no ventilation, and the smell's this overpowering mix of mildew and chlorine, with the humidity super low. Outside the skylight above, I can see a partial eclipse happening, the Moon slowly covering the sun's disk in this reddish-orange haze, but inside the pool, water's somehow pouring in from an invisible seam and, instead of pooling on the floor, it's just disappearing into this thin, pulsating seam where the tile meets the wall.