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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient-looking microwave ovens are scattered across a sprawling, empty beach like some sort of wreckage, their metal surfaces reflecting the pale, pulsating light of an astronomical event... like a solar flare. The air's super charged, making my skin prickle, and it smells like saltwater and burnt plastic. Schools of bioluminescent fish are swimming through the wet sand, creating this eerie, blue-green glow, and the microwaves are somehow still operational, cooking the fish in mid-air with a low, pulsating hum. Uh, the sun's stuck at the horizon, not rising or setting.