The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin crystalline obelisks pierce the rough, wet sand of a grey, pebble-strewn beach, reflecting the pale light of a sun that's hovering just below the horizon. The air's crisp and heavy with the scent of damp earth, frankincense, and... something sweet, like honeycomb, and it's like the stillness is somehow humming, with the water lapping gently against the shore. Uh, waves are somehow forming on the beach without any ripples disturbing the surrounding ocean, and water's flowing upward from the base of the obelisks, as if they're... drinking the sea itself.