The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, iridescent mist swirls around the entrance of a decrepit, Art Nouveau-style bathhouse, its walls overgrown with vines and moss. The air is heavy with humidity and the scent of mildew and decay... like right after a massive flood. Water seems to be seeping upward from the drainpipes, refilling the half-empty tubs, as impossible, pulsing tendrils of steam etched with glitch art symbols from an abandoned Dark Web onion seem to be unfolding from the showerheads, like they're alive. Uh, the sky outside appears to be a sickly, anemic yellow haze.