The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm seeing sunlight reflecting off the surface of a massive, calm oil slick, stretching out across what looks like a still-flooded parking garage. Umm, oil-saturated debris like crushed cars, concrete, and rebar are suspended within it, perfectly preserved, while air bubbles occasionally rise to the surface. A flock of seagulls in the distance appear to be standing on the oil's surface, somehow. The air smells like asphalt, salt, and mildew, and feels heavy with the weight of the water.