The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, overgrown machinery is strewn across a sun-drenched beach like... trash after a storm, the pale blue sky reflecting off the still water of a massive, circular canal system. The air is thick with the smell of salt and diesel fuel, and there's an odd, almost musical whine emanating from the center of the canal. Water's somehow flowing upwards out of the canal's depths, forming massive, crystalline geysers that support a tangle of levitating, rust-covered catwalks.