The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline shards of what looks like fallen stars are scattered all over this vast, barren beach, reflecting the pale morning sun in every direction. Umm, air's really charged here, like before a storm, but the sky's clear blue with no clouds in sight. Water's somehow flowing uphill, forming these weird, crystalline waves that just... freeze in place, and I can smell the saltwater mixed with this sweet, metallic scent, like copper, but not quite. The sound of the waves is almost musical, like a steady chord progression that's resonating through the ground itself.