The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, liquid-filled boils cover the skin of a massive, beached whale, each one pulsing with a sickly, bioluminescent glow that casts a surreal light across the dark, volcanic sand of the beach. The air's heavy with the smell of salt and decay, and it's kinda still, like it's just before a storm, but the sky's dead calm. Uh, the whale's bones seem to be... unfolding, the vertebrae slowly unraveling like a twisted, organic zipper, and I can hear a weird, repeating loop of the " Windows XP shutdown sound" echoing through the empty spaces. The sun's low in the west, casting an oblique glow across the beach.