The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dry, cracked earth stretches out in every direction, with what looks like a drained, above-ground swimming pool sitting in the center of this barren landscape, somehow filled with a layer of solid-state light. Umm, air's got this heavy, metallic scent, and it's pretty humid, with a pale sun reflecting off the pool's surface, casting a sharp, jagged shadow on the ground. Water's slowly pouring out of the pool, but like, instead of flowing downwards, it's forming a series of tiny, intricate arches that are somehow suspended in mid-air. The sound of the CHILL MELEE HUMOR echoes faintly off the distant hills.