The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, fossilized tree trunks litter a dusty, barren beach, the air thick with a heavy, saltwater smell. Like, the late afternoon sun beats down from a pale yellow sky, casting long shadows across the sand, and the sound of crashing waves is somehow coming from the other side of a nearby dune, despite there being no ocean in sight. Water's somehow seeping upward from the trunks, forming small, iridescent pools that reflect the surrounding landscape like tiny mirrors. Umm, a flock of birds is just standing there, motionless, in mid-air above the beach.