The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grimy water slowly drains upwards into a large, covered cistern in the center of a pretty cluttered, abandoned construction site. Umm, air smells like, a mix of cement dust and old wood, and it's kinda dry and still in here. Some sections of broken pipe somehow reconnect themselves before my eyes, while nearby a rusty old excavator somehow just keeps continuously scooping up and arranging bricks into a neat, sprawling pattern. Outside, the sky looks like it's getting cloudy with a few birds flying low in the distance, the sun just starting to set.