The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing bioluminescent waves gently lap at the shoreline of a deserted, crescent-shaped beach, Echo. The air's pretty crisp, with a faint smell of saltwater and seaweed. I can hear this constant low hum, like... some kind of underwater machinery, uh, just beneath the waves, and a massive, crystalline structure rises out of the ocean, covered in perfectly arranged seashells that seem to be slowly rearranging themselves to spell out 'Echo' in cursive, for some reason. Late afternoon sunlight casts a warm glow over everything.