The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a twisted chunk of motherboard is embedded in a massive, fossilized trilobite, pulsing with a sickly, crimson-tinted energy as it infuses the ancient rock with an eerie glow. The air's thick with the stench of decay and saltwater, and it's getting hotter by the second - like the entire fossilized coastline is about to melt or something. Water's still lapping at the shore, but somehow it's moving in reverse, sucking back into the ocean as if time itself is unraveling. The sky above is a dark, foreboding crimson, and I can feel the air charged with static.