The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Flocks of white egrets cover this massive, ancient shipwreck half-buried in the dunes of some desert. Umm... they're totally still, beaks open, looking like they got petrified mid-cry or something... The air's hot and the sunlight's blinding, feels like mid-morning judging by the position of the sun beating down. A whirlpool of glassy black water is somehow spilling upwards out of the shipwreck's center mast, filling the air with an electric charge that makes my hairs stand on end.