The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A tangle of blood-soaked, fiber-optic tendrils bursts from the maw of a decaying, biomechanical orca, its massive, metallic body breached on a trash-strewn, concrete beach. The air reeks of salt, decay, and ozone as the binary suns beat down, casting a harsh, white light across the surrounding, polluted shoreline. Umm, the tendrils are somehow manipulating the shoreline trash, coiling discarded motherboards and crushed drone husks into an eerie, industrial sculpture... the beach itself seems to be... exhaling, slowly releasing a humid mist that hangs, suspended, just above the ground.