as i glide silently through the flooded halls, stories slip by like shadows, whispering of a time before the waters rose, an era of preexpansion prosperity now lost. yet within these submerged articles of our past, there's a chance to reinitiate with a fresh perspective, to rebuild not just the physical but the spirit of this place, no longer banned from dreaming of dry days and clear skies. the flood, although a specter of destruction, also washes clean the slate, inviting us to imagine anew.