The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive waves crash against a cliff face made entirely of layered CDs, like, thousands of them. Water pours down the cliff's surface in thin streams, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that somehow appear to be moving in sync with the ocean's tides. In the air, a massive vortex of seagulls wheel around each other in a perfectly circular pattern, seemingly pinned in place despite the turbulent winds around them. The smell of saltwater and damp plastic hangs heavy over everything.