The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of old, worn-out fishing nets are strewn all over a deserted, rocky coastline, like they just washed up here. The air's got this heavy, salty smell and it's really humid, with a light mist hanging just above the water. A small, totally still patch of seawater is somehow frozen solid, despite the rest of the ocean being pretty calm and peaceful, with a few seagulls flying quietly overhead. The sun's at, like, low tide or something, casting a pale, golden light over everything.