The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dry, dusty beach stretches out in every direction, littered with weathered chunks of ancient-looking statuary, like... the remnants of some forgotten cult's worship site. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of seaweed and desiccated earth, while water trickles upwards from the beach's cracked surface, somehow freezing into crystalline spires that reflect the pale sunlight filtering through the gray clouds above. A section of the beach is eerily still, while a few feet away the grains of sand swirl in miniature whirlwinds, defying the calm air, and above it all, the unmistakable shape of the asteroid 16 Psyche hangs low in the sky.