The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dried seaweed clings to a massive, beached jellyfish, its translucent body half-buried in the silver sand of a desert shoreline. The air is dry, heavy with the smell of salt and desiccated sea creatures. Umm, above the horizon, the sun is at a 45-degree angle, its pale light filtering through an iridescent lens of some kind that's somehow just hanging there in the atmosphere. In the distance, I hear the low hum of an active, Nikola Tesla-designed Wardenclyffe Tower.