The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin waterfalls are cascading upward from the ocean floor, like, meeting at the surface in a swirling vortex of foam and spray. Umm, the air's charged with an electric tension that's making my skin itch, and it smells like ozone-free lightning, just pure burned air. A sprawling, Art Deco-inspired lighthouse made from coral and mother-of-pearl is somehow embedded in the center of a giant, naturally occurring geode, its facets reflecting the diffuse sunlight filtering down from above, where the storm seems to be clearing out. The water around the geode is rippling with distortion, as if reality itself is warping to accommodate it.