The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystal shards embedded in the trunks of these giant, crystallized palm trees are reflecting and focusing the dim, moonlit air, casting kaleidoscopic shadows across a black sand beach. Like, the sky above is a swirling vortex of clouds, colors shifting through deep blues and purples. A wave of iridescent water crashes ashore, containing what appears to be a liquid, perfectly functioning model of a Nintendo Entertainment System that just sort of... reassembles itself on the sand after being washed up. The stillness of the air is oppressive, making it hard for me to breathe.