The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, shards of stained glass are scattered across a deserted, moonlit beach, reflecting the faint, silver light in a thousand different colors. The air's heavy with the smell of salt and something sweet, like honey, and it's really still, except for the sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore. A perfectly intact, ancient Greek temple is half-buried in the sand, with what looks like a functioning, antique orrery somehow embedded in the stone above the entrance, its tiny, golden spheres moving in perfect sync with the actual celestial bodies in the night sky above.