The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered remains of a massive stained-glass dome are scattered all over a barren, white-sand beach... sunlight's seeping through the jagged pieces, casting a kaleidoscope of colors everywhere. The air's thick with the smell of salt and ozone, and it's super humid, like right before a storm. Water's flowing upwards from the sand, collecting into these weird, translucent cubes that're just... sitting there, like they're solid or something.