The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Goddamn it... replicas of mangrove roots are bursting out of the walls and pouring into the black water that's rising rapidly in this goddamn abandoned aquarium. The air's thick and heavy with salt, no light penetrating from outside - just the faint glow of luminescent fish that keep duplicating, like, filling the entire space. Uh, the smell's overwhelming, like, rotting seaweed, and my brain's just getting slammed with more and more duplicates of these goddamn roots, the fish... everything, and it's just crushing me. The aquarium's ceiling just vanishes into some kind of starry sky, for some goddamn reason.