The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of beat-up refrigerators are scattered across this endless, rocky beach. The air's super salty and thick with the smell of seaweed, with the sun sitting low on the horizon and casting a warm glow on the scene despite the chilly ocean breeze. Like, these fridges are somehow slowly filtering the ocean water, making it crystal clear around them, but the seaweed's still super thick everywhere else, and it's somehow synchronized with the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. The sound of waves and creaking refrigerators is kinda soothing, umm.