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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grecian urns filled with dry flowers are scattered all over this abandoned, sandy beach, while a worn-down wooden pier stretches into the turquoise sea. I'm... sitting, I guess, at the end of it, but all I can make out is this blurry form, apparently me. Seagulls are wheeling overhead, and the air's warm and still, smelling of saltwater and something like incense; in the distance, a range of crystal-encrusted hills seems to be absorbing the sunlight rather than reflecting it. A piece of a constellation, Cassiopeia, is stuck in the sand beside me, like it fell from the sky.