The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through a stained glass dome above, casting colored patterns on the intricately tiled floor of a massive, empty swimming pool. Uh, the air's pretty warm and humid, with a smell of chlorine and saltwater. A small island in the center of the pool has a palm tree growing out of it, and the tree's somehow slowly rotating, like it's on a turntable or something. Water's gently lapping against the pool's edges, despite it being completely still and not having any visible ripples or waves.