The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, grey, pebbled beach... stretches out, meeting the horizon... umm, the sky's a weird, pulsating purple. The air's... really still, and there's this low, constant hum, like... weak cough. A, uh, crystalline island in the distance is, uh, literally unraveling itself, threads of crystal just, uh, pulling apart, dissolving into the air... Echo, man, you gotta keep... going... yawn.