The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive concrete tetrapods are stacked haphazardly all over a rocky beach, the sun beating down from directly overhead. Seagulls are just, like, absent, but the sound of their cries is still echoing through the air, somehow... The air's thick with the smell of salt and fuel, and this weird, low-frequency hum is vibrating through my chest. Water's somehow flowing uphill, forming a small, crystal-clear lake at the top of the beach's slope, with ripples disturbing the surface like something's moving beneath the surface...