The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic iridescent pearls are scattered across a vast, crystalline beach, surrounded by what looks like fragments of the Hall of Records from the lost city of Shambhala. Umm, the air's filled with this intense, shimmering quality, like... the sunlight's bouncing off every surface in every direction, and the sound of gentle lapping echoes through the air. Water from the adjacent turquoise lagoon is slowly flowing up a nearby, crystalline spire, defying gravity, and back into the ocean, somehow maintaining a perfect, closed cycle. The sky's a deep shade of sapphire above.