The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, yellowing fog clings to a rundown, outdoor swimming pool, its concrete decking cracked and slick with algae, the air heavy with the stench of mildew and stale sunscreen. Umm, rain pours upwards from the deep end, collecting in a slick film that coats the nearby lounge chairs, while around 10-odd ravens perch silently along the diving board, their black feathers glistening with water. The surrounding buildings seem to be... slowly shifting positions, like, the pool house has moved a few feet closer to the fence, somehow, and the wooden fence itself is now sagging inward, warping under some unseen force.