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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, stormy sea stretches out to the horizon, the late morning sun a faint, silver crescent above the dark, heaving waves. The air's heavy with the smell of salt and ozone, the humidity's palpable, and... like, a squadron of bioluminescent, winged creatures that resemble flying V2 rocket nozzles zip past, etching wispy contrails in their wake. Umm, somehow a ghostly, translucent model of the Tabula Smaragdina, its geometric shapes rendered in fine, lace-like filigree, hovers just above the churning surf – the waves pass through it without any distortion.