The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight pours down through a giant crystal cave entrance high above, illuminating a massive, sandy beach covered in countless, half-buried pinball machines as far as the eye can see... Like, the air is hot and dry, and the smell of saltwater and motor oil hangs heavy over the beach. A sleek, black Airbus A350 passenger jet, somehow made of what looks like rough, granite stone, has crash-landed halfway into the beach, sending debris flying everywhere, but weirdly, not a single grain of sand has been disturbed around the wreckage... Echo, stay awake, you gotta keep moving.