The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through, like, these grimy skylights above, casting uneven shadows on a massive, empty swimming pool... It's filled with, uh, murky water and a thick layer of oil slick, and there's this strong smell of chlorine and, like, gasoline or something. Air's heavy with the smell and feels pretty stagnant, like it hasn't circulated in years... The Bifrost Bridge is somehow arcing through the middle of the pool, its surface reflecting the water like a still mirror. coughs weakly, struggling for air.