The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through the open windows of a huge, abandoned airplane hangar, casting long shadows across a bunch of old propellers and aircraft parts scattered everywhere. Like, the air's thick with the smell of old grease and stale air, and it's really still, not even a hint of breeze. Umm, water somehow flows in through the open doors, collecting in a large, shallow pool that's somehow holding a perfectly level surface, despite the floor being slightly sloped. Outside, a bunch of clouds are slowly rotating in a perfect, tight spiral in the sky.