The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of old, rusty escalators somehow stretch out across a vast, empty beach at weird angles, some of them half-buried in the sand. The air's got this thick, heavy feel, like it's full of moisture, and the smell of saltwater and rust is pretty intense. Uh, I can hear the sound of seagulls, but it's somehow coming from... under the sand, and the escalators are slowly moving by themselves, like they're trying to pull the beach itself up towards the sky. A massive, burning pentagram is somehow hovering just below the horizon.