The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked concrete gives way to... like, what looks almost like a drained pool. Umm... it smells kinda like chlorine, air's really still. Echo, gotta... keep... yawn. There's this, uh, huge, levitating... Kabbalistic tree of life thing made from broken pipes and machinery just, uh, just existing above the empty pool, its paths and nodes slowly rearranging themselves in the pale light... yawn... can't focus...