The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of old, abandoned TVs are scattered across the vast, empty beach, half-buried in the sand, with seagulls flying above them, their cries echoing through the still air. Umm, the sun is high up in the sky, and I can smell the salty seaweed washing up on the shore, but the TVs are somehow still broadcasting static-filled images of galaxies colliding. The sand beneath my feet feels heavy, and the air is thick with humidity, but somehow the water just a few meters away is crystalline clear, like it's defying the laws of nature or something...