The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight filters through grimy skylights in this massive, abandoned indoor swimming pool, its floor covered in a layer of fog that somehow hasn't risen, like, the air's warm and humid but the fog just stays there, perfectly still. A rusting, Soviet-era submarine somehow lies crashed at the bottom of the pool, its propellers tangled in lane dividers. The smell of chlorine and seaweed hangs heavy, and a few crows perch on the pool's edge, watching the still water. Snowflakes fall slowly onto the fog's surface, but they don't seem to disturb it at all.