The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered slabs of polished jade lie scattered across a windswept, salt-crusted shoreline, like, worn smooth by relentless tides. Air's crisp and cold, with a faint tang of seaweed, and the pale sun hangs low in the sky, casting an icy glow over the whole scene. Umm, the shards of jade seem to be slowly reassembling themselves into a massive, intricate puzzle, as if drawn by some unseen force. Water trickles upwards from the cracks between the stones, defying gravity, to form a series of tiny, iridescent pools that shimmer in the fading light.