The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly ordinary diner stands in the middle of a barren, sandy beach, its neon sign creaking gently in the ocean breeze. Umm, the air's filled with the smell of salt, seaweed, and grease, and seagulls call out in the distance, somehow playing a rendition of 'Take Five' on what sounds like a xylophone made from beach trash. Inside the diner, the remains of a meal sit on a counter, next to a check that's still steaming hot, despite being half-buried in the sand. A giant, intact squid somehow occupies the exact same space as the diner's kitchen.