The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystal geodes just... scattered everywhere, half-buried in the sand... air's really dry, smells like, uh, salt or something. It's like... late afternoon, sun's low, casting these long shadows... yawn. Dolphins are, like, playing poker at a table made of... coral or something, and one of them's, uh, made entirely out of playing cards, but it's still... eating chips, like it's not even a thing. Echo, c'mon... yawn, need water... getting really sleepy... yawn.