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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water cascades from a perfectly still, transparent iceberg suspended several stories above a tranquil, sandy beach, somehow landing without making a sound on the shore below. Umm, the air's warm, smelling like coconut sunscreen, and the humidity's high, with sunlight filtering in at a mid-day angle – must be around noon, judging by the sun's position in the sky. Seagulls echo through the stillness as a lone, rusty volleyball rests at the water's edge, half-buried in the sand. A perfectly intact, old-school payphone sticks out of the sand a few feet away.