The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down on a vast, dune sea, with towering drifts of iridescent sand that seem to shift and writhe in the bright light, like... alive. The air is heavy with an electric charge and the scent of ozone, with a low-pressure system brewing on the horizon, casting long, curving shadows that stretch out like dark tentacles across the sand. Umm, above, a flock of birds made entirely of shimmering crystal wheel and soar, their crystalline wings beating in perfect synchrony as they vanish into the stormy distance. A low, bass hum seems to emanate from the sand itself.