The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, gray fog swirls everywhere, like, impossible to see more than a few feet ahead... The air's damp, heavy, and kinda electric - can feel the hairs on my arms standing up. Somewhere above, I guess it's daytime, but the fog's filtering the sunlight so it's all diffuse and dull... A couple of old, rusted oil pumps just stick up out of the fog, their mechanical arms steadily pumping away, like, somehow connected to a non-existent oil well that's hidden beneath... the surface of the water we're somehow floating on.