The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of iridescent seashells are scattered all over a seemingly endless, flat expanse of pure, white quartz. Umm, it's super bright here, the sun's at its peak in the sky, and the air's really dry, smelling like a mix of saltwater and ozone-free air freshener... the stillness is kinda surreal, considering the thousands of seagulls flying in unison, creating these intricate, swirling patterns that somehow don't produce any sound. Like, a huge, levitating iceberg in the distance is reflecting the same patterns as the seagulls, as if it's connected to their movement somehow.