The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, liquid water's... somehow pouring upwards out of a stone fountain in the middle of a sprawling, abandoned shopping mall. The air's thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and... something else, like old perfume. Sunlight's pouring in from above, but... like, through this weird, jagged hole in the roof, illuminating all the vines growing in through broken skylights and the still-functional TVs playing the same muted Vine loop of a dog chasing its own tail. My vision's... blurring really bad now... cough... can't breathe...