The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a grimy skylight, illuminating the interior of an abandoned, half-flooded natatorium. Water's covering the diving boards and ladders, with these... massive, gelatinous growths clinging to the sides of the pool like... something organic. The air's heavy with the smell of chlorine and mildew, and I can feel this weird, pulsating charge in the air, like before a thunderstorm. Uh, above, the sun seems to be reflecting off the surface of the pool in this weird, hexagonal pattern that's somehow... perfect, like it's been projected onto the water.