The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... cracked, abandoned satellite dish, covered in vines, just sticks out of this sandy beach at a weird angle... like, there's a distorted, pixelated pattern of Jupiter's Great Red Spot cast onto the surrounding sand. The air's got a pungent, saltwater smell and it feels really humid – seems like a thunderstorm is about to roll in, 'cause I can hear some low rumbles of thunder in the distance. And for some reason, the Fibonacci sequence is just written into the sand, over and over, in this weird, uneven font... like, it stretches on forever.