The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight casts a warm glow on the worn-out concrete of a massive, empty swimming pool. Air's heavy with the smell of mildew and chlorine. The sound of dripping water echoes off the sides as a steady trickle of water somehow refills the pool from the deep end, even though the surrounding pipes are bone-dry and rusted through. Like, a weathered pool skimmer is slowly moving back and forth on the water's surface, no visible connections or machinery driving its slow, rhythmic motion.