The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, perfectly still tidal wave... frozen in place, just a few feet off the shore of this abandoned, covered beach. The air's got a weird electric charge to it, making my skin prickle, and it's filled with this sharp smell of ozone... really burning my lungs. Umm, sunlight's reflecting off the wave, casting this... bizarre, shattered pattern on the sand – like the light's being refracted through a prism or something – and, just above the wave's crest, there's this flock of seagulls... totally frozen in mid-air, their wings locked in place, not moving.