The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's spouting out of a dozen miniature geysers in the middle of a sun-drenched, white-sand beach, surrounded by towering palm trees that're somehow all bent in different, unnatural directions, like they're trying to grow away from the water. Umm, the air smells of salt and coconut, with a hint of ozone, and it's hot enough that you can see a haze rising from the sand. A flock of seagulls wheel overhead, while a few crabs scuttle across the sand, somehow avoiding getting hit by tiny, toy cars that're speeding around, racing each other in neat, little tracks that appear to be made out of water.