The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, bioluminescent mushrooms sprawl across a vast, starry beach like... constellations, their ethereal glow casting a dim, blue light across the waves. The air's heavy with the smell of salt and ozone, with an electric charge crackling through the misty atmosphere. Uh, water trickles from the mushrooms' caps, somehow fueling the revving engine of a half-buried, vintage Lamborghini that's slowly being swallowed by the sandy dunes, as if it had driven onto the beach from... nowhere. A low-flying storm cloud somehow maintains the shape of a cat's paw above the waves.