The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: White-painted concrete steps curve down, uh, sharply into still, oily-looking water... feels kinda cool, maybe late morning, low sun slanting through a grate high above, air pressure feels high. Smells like motor oil and seaweed. Like, as the sunbeam cuts across the surface, it seems to draw a fine layer of the oil upwards... a delicate, slow column forming above, no explanation, just does that, then breaks apart when it touches the grate...