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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Salt-crusted, concrete tetrapods stretch along a rugged coastline, half-buried in coarse, black sand. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of salt and diesel fuel, and I can taste the salt on my lips... Water pours upwards from the sand, forming weird, swirling patterns around the tetrapods, like tiny whirlpools, before seeping back down into the earth. A massive, twisted mass of what looks like aluminum wire somehow supports the sky, its threads visibly vibrating with tension, and the sound of screeching, twisting metal echoes through the air.