The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, weathered bones of a Leviathan stretch across the desolate, rocky shore like... beached wreckage, bleached white from the relentless salt spray. The heavy air's thick with the stench of decay and ozone as dark storm clouds churn on the horizon, the faint crackle of electricity building in the distance. Water trickles from the beast's massive, empty eye sockets, somehow refilling a small, crystal-clear tide pool etched into the solid stone beneath its skull. A perfectly preserved Plesiosaur, somehow fossilized in mid-swim, hangs suspended in the pool's glassy water.