The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, rough, grey stones cover the entire beach, with some weirdly perfect, geometric patterns carved into the ground. The air's got this thick, heavy feel, and it smells like salt and seaweed. Like, the waves just stop at the edge of the patterns, not going any further, and the water just kinda... pools there, forming these weird, mirrored reflections of the sky above. The sound of the waves is super loud, but there's this background rumble, kinda low, like thunder, even though it's a clear, sunny day with just a few wispy clouds.