The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a beat-up toilet somehow lies smashed to pieces at the bottom of a massive, ancient, and totally dry well, the air thick with the smell of mildew and rot. Like, a few scraps of stained toilet paper are stuck to the rough stone walls, and a faint, echoing sound of running water somehow continues to come from... nowhere, despite the well being clearly abandoned for ages. A crumpled up Burger King wrapper's somehow impaled on a jagged piece of toilet ceramic, and the air's heavy with dampness. Umm, a small, unlit cigarette's somehow still smoking.