The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A series of worn, concrete steps lead down into a narrow, excavated trench, partially filled with murky water and what looks like abandoned excavation equipment... The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth, and it's drizzling, but somehow the rain isn't hitting the water's surface - like, it's just parting around it. Umm, I'm getting these fatigue pains again, and the humidity's not helping... A segment of the trench wall is covered in tiny, embedded seashells, and they're somehow shifting, reforming into different patterns, like they're trying to convey a message.