The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast expanse of water stretches out, uh, meeting the horizon at a slight curve, with a fleet of abandoned cargo ships half-submerged in the calm surface. The air's got a heavy, salty smell and it's pretty humid, with the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the entire scene. Like, a bunch of seagulls made entirely of what looks like corroded copper are perched on the ships' masts, their metal feathers rustling in the gentle breeze. The water's surface is dotted with patches of what appears to be solidified time – chunks of frozen clock hands and calendar pages just floating there.