The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Faint sunlight filters through a partially frozen waterfall, which somehow remains suspended mid-air in a hotel lobby filled with velvet armchairs and gleaming brass accents. Umm, the air's super humid and warm, like, almost tropical, and filled with the scent of saltwater and fresh laundry detergent. A live octopus has somehow wrapped itself around the front desk, its tentacles operating the lobby's elevator bank with surprising efficiency, while a nearby screen displays a never-ending loop of VSCO-girl aesthetic drone footage of abandoned shopping malls. The air pressure feels... way too low, somehow.