The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, twisted metal debris is strewn all over a vast, barren beach, like, stretching out to the horizon, and massive chunks of some ancient, crystal-encrusted structure are half-buried in the sand. Water's slowly seeping out of the crystal, somehow repairing the twisted metal into perfectly formed, curved tracks that seem to be pulling the surrounding sand into a series of neat, concentric patterns. Air's thick with the scent of salt and ozone-free, heavy with humidity, and there's this gentle hum, like... almost soothing, as the debris starts shifting, rearranging itself in sync with the rhythmic pulsing of the crystal.