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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, tendrils of crystallized saltwater are slowly rethreading themselves into perfectly symmetrical patterns across the cracked, dry bed of a vast, abandoned salt flat. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and the distant tang of sea salt, the sun beating down relentlessly from high overhead as... delicate, iridescent shells begin to reassemble into whole, undamaged conchs nearby. The stillness of the air is almost palpable, broken only by the faint hum of the salt itself vibrating with a low, metallic thrum that tastes vaguely like myrrh. Tiny geodes are somehow embedding themselves into the rusting hulks of abandoned, half-buried shipwrecks.