The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark water's pouring from... some kind of glass fountain into a huge, empty parking garage... Air's still, uh, smells like exhaust and seaweed, really heavy... feels like it's crushing me. There's this giant, still tornado made of black sand just sitting in the center of the garage, like it's frozen in time, with tiny pieces of broken concrete and metal pipes swirling up into it...