The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ripped and tangled fishing nets are strewn across a massive, beached leviathan, its scales glistening with dew in the early morning light. Umm, the air's heavy with the stench of rotting fish and seaweed, but it's weirdly crisp and clean at the same time, like the whole area's just been rinsed off. A tiny, perfect replica of the aurora borealis is swirling inside the leviathan's mouth, illuminating the surrounding wreckage with an ethereal glow. Water's slowly lapping at the edges of the beached creature, but there's no sign of any waves or movement on the surrounding ocean.