The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds against the tinted windows of a massive, brutalist swimming pool complex, like, the air's thick with chlorine and myrrh. Water's overflowing the edges of the pool, flooding the surrounding walkways, while chunks of broken concrete and steel rebar are somehow suspended mid-air within the pool itself, not touching the bottom or surface. Fluorescent lights overhead reflect off the polished chrome accents of old machinery bits scattered all over, and the distorted sound of a livestreamed Omnimaga forum podcast seems to be maintaining the pool's water circulation system, with a scrolling feed of Dogecoin prices displayed on the pool floor.