The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frigatebirds are diving headfirst into the ocean through a vortex of calm water in the midst of turbulent, stormy waves. I can feel an intense, electric charge in the air, and the smell of saltwater is overpowering. Like, this enormous stone statue of the Behir, the snake-like demon from Zoroastrian mythology, is somehow half-buried in the seafloor beneath me, radiating a soft, blue-gray light that seems to be illuminating a cluster of cryptic symbols etched into the waves themselves. The sun is nowhere to be seen, but it's still eerily bright.