The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's blindingly sunny in this massive, empty indoor swimming pool, with espresso machines somehow embedded in the diving blocks at the deep end. Umm, the air is super still and dry, and there's a strong smell of chlorine and coffee wafting from the machines as they hum along. Like, the pool's totally empty except for a thick layer of iridescent, pulsing mushrooms growing up the sides, and the sound of slow-moving water somehow echoes through the air even though there's none in sight. A scrolling FLAMINGODAO logo is projected onto the ceiling, casting a weird, shimmering glow over everything.