The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystalline formations are sprouting out of a massive, abandoned, poured-concrete swimming pool, reflecting the pale sunlight filtering through the thin, wispy clouds. The air's really humid and heavy with the smell of ozone-free rain, and it's almost perfectly still except for the gentle lapping of water against the pool's sides. A bunch of Vedic astrology symbols are somehow etched into the concrete, and a small, ornate shrine to the 16th-century Indian mystic, Chaitanya Mahaprabhu, seems to be embedded into the pool's floor, its intricately carved doors slowly opening and closing in sync with... the water's surface tension.