The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: There's this endless stretch of gleaming silver sand, just perfectly flat and smooth. Like, it's reflecting the early morning sunlight so brightly it's hard to look at, and I can see these weird, concentric symbols etched into the surface, kind of like crop circles, but made of these tiny, iridescent shells. Umm, the air is super still, with this heavy scent of saltwater and gasoline hanging over everything, and for some reason, there's a huge chunk of the Walmart Supercenter from before, like, perfectly buried in the sand, with the words "DUSK MORPH CRYPTO" written across the roof in huge letters.