The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frigatebirds swoop and dive above an endless expanse of open ocean, sunlight reflecting off waves that somehow move in reverse, as if time itself is unwinding. Uh, the air is filled with a cacophony of seagull cries and a faint whiff of saltwater. Schools of glittering bioluminescent fish writhe and twist beneath the surface like... tangled ropes of light, their movement eerily synchronized with the overhead calls of the frigatebirds. A faint blue-green mist creeps across the water, imbuing everything it touches with an electric charge that makes the hairs on your skin prickle.