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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark grey, rough stone like slate stretches across an endless beach, worn down by massive, iridescent waves that seem to move in slow-motion. Air's charged, I can taste the ozone... and it's making the fine hairs on my arms stand up. Umm, beyond the shore, some ancient-looking, massive satellite dish - a deep space network antenna, maybe? - is just protruding straight out of the water like it was always there, but no way it was constructed there... Echo, you gotta keep going, don't give in yet...