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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, gray-brown sand dunes stretch everywhere, the sun beating down on them like it's around midday. A weirdly precise, straight line of seaweed-covered concrete pillars sticks out of the sand, going off into the distance, with these... antique, battered nautical anchors scattered randomly around them. The air's thick with heat, and the smell of salt and seaweed is kinda overpowering; I can hear a constant, low rumble of thunder, but there's no sign of clouds in the bright blue sky above. The seaweed's slowly, steadily moving up the pillars, like it's being pulled by some invisible force.