The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty, vintage exercise equipment is stacked haphazardly around a drained, Olympic-sized swimming pool, with dozens of basketballs and soccer balls somehow suspended mid-bounce above the dry pool floor. Uh, the air feels heavy with the smell of mildew and chlorine, and like, the sun is shining straight down, casting this harsh glare over everything. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the drains, forming weird, crystalline structures that are attached to the diving boards, and umm, a bunch of worn-out tennis shoes are somehow walking around the edge of the pool by themselves, like they're looking for something.