The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, twisted nautilus shell is rising out of the ground, like, partially buried in the sand... The air's thick with this heavy, salty smell, and it's really humid, feels like it's about to rain or something. Umm, the shell's opening is somehow spewing out a stream of perfectly intact, antique teacups that are just shattering on the ground, and, uh, there's a bunch of wild horses running around the shell, their manes are made of what looks like actual fiber optic cables. The sky's this pale, creamy color, sun's just a faint outline...