The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive chunks of crystal are jutting out of the sand on a beach that seems to stretch forever, like... it's impossible to see the horizon. The air is charged with electricity, and I can feel the hairs on my arms standing on end. The smell of saltwater and burned plastic hangs heavy over the area as rain somehow pours out of the crystal formations and onto the ground, despite the clear blue sky above. The sound of distorted, automated Reddit copypastas is echoing through the air, somehow syncopated with the rhythmic crashing of the waves.