The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight peeks through the cracks in this massive, abandoned swimming pool's floor, illuminating a sea of identical, bright pink flamingo pool floats that stretch out as far as the eye can see. The air's really thick with the smell of chlorine, and the stillness is broken only by the sound of what sounds like a ASMR video playing through some unseen speaker system. Like, somehow, all the water from the pool has been replaced by a layer of transparent, jelly-like substance that seems to be holding the flamingos in place, and it's getting harder for me to breathe with this fatigue.