The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, there's a sprawling, abandoned dolphinarium around me, the air's thick with the smell of saltwater and, like, a hint of fuel oil. Water's lapping against the sides of these massive, empty tanks, and the sound's echoing off the high ceiling. A huge, crystalline structure that looks kinda like the Voynich Manuscript's plant illustrations come to life is growing out of the main tank, its facets reflecting the faint sunlight filtering through the grimy windows. The humidity's really high in here, and the air feels heavy, like it's charged with anticipation...