The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness clings to the undulating curves of a sprawling, abandoned aquapark like a damp shroud, the smell of mildew and chlorine hanging heavy in the still air. Umm... a hazy, rainbow-colored mist wafts from the stagnant pools, casting a dim, surreal glow on the cracked concrete, where overgrown water slides writhe like discarded snakes. Air's thick with moisture, like an impending thunderstorm, as somehow, one of the fiberglass water slides appears to seamlessly merge with the exposed roots of a nearby, ancient cypress tree, as if the two had grown together over centuries.