The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, thick fog swirls around a dilapidated water park, its brightly colored slides and attractions covered in ivy and moss. The heavy air is saturated with the scent of mildew and chlorine, and I can taste the saltiness on my tongue... the only sound the creaking and groaning of the rusty structures. The main pool seems to have somehow become a miniature sea, complete with its own tide and waves, with a giant octopus lazily drifting beneath the surface like it's taking a stroll through the kelp forest.