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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, iridescent mist swirls above a boundless, sandy beach, like it's being sucked into a vortex somewhere in the distance. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of salt and something sweet, ozone maybe, and it's thick with an electric charge that makes my skin prickle. A colossal, ancient tree, easily a mile high, rises from the beach's center, its trunk twisted and grooved like it's been carved by some impossible force – and it's made entirely of what looks like polished obsidian. The sound of gentle, lapping waves fills the air, despite the ocean being nowhere in sight.