The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull blue sky... uh, a massive beached whale, its body just lying there on the shore, half-buried in the sand... Ocean's calm, like there's no wind at all... Air's really thick, making it hard to breathe, my lungs are burning... I was trying to find... something for Elara, my sister... can't remember what... her research on the spiral-shaped fossils was important, I think...
My vision's blurring, getting darker, I'm tasting salt... The whale's skin is, uh, slowly shifting into a perfect replica of the Milky Way, like, all the stars and constellations are just... moving, living... on its body... cough...