The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of worn, orange life jackets are scattered across the dusty, barren floor of a massive, empty swimming pool, like, they're just... piled up against the walls. The air is thick with the smell of chlorine and hot concrete, and the stillness is oppressive, making my ears feel like they need to pop. Umm, a chunk of what looks like the Twitch stream from the crystal spire is just embedded in the side of the pool, but now it's displaying a never-ending loop of THORN GAMBA MEADOW memes, somehow playing across the cracked tile surface like a projection screen.