The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of seashells are just scattered across a seemingly endless, polished obsidian beach, reflecting the pale mid-morning sun like it's one big mirror. Umm, the air's got this weird, still quality, and it smells like saltwater and something else... like burned plastic, but not really unpleasant. Schools of bioluminescent fish are somehow etched into the obsidian, their scales displaying what looks like a copy of Cicada 3301's PGP key. A flock of seagulls in the distance is literally constructing a perfect replica of a Minecraft pixel art cat using tiny, obsidian shards.