The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Moss-covered pipes emit a gentle, pulsating hum in an abandoned, partially submerged subway tunnel. Like, water trickles down the tunnel's walls, pooling into a crescent-shaped lake at the far end, illuminated by a stained glass mural on the ceiling that seems to shift and ripple as if alive. Ozone hangs heavy in the air, mixed with the smell of damp earth, and it's somehow both night and dusk at the same time, the sun hovering motionless above the horizon. The subway train's cars somehow morph seamlessly into a fleet of vintage speedboats, their chrome fins glinting in the dim light.