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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of raccoons are slowly sorting a huge pile of seashells by color on a wooden dock, the air's filled with the sound of gentle lapping of water against the pilings and the smell of saltwater and seaweed. The sun's shining down from a clear blue sky, probably around late morning, and a few sailboats are slowly drifting by in the distance. A perfectly intact, ancient stone statue of a crocodile is somehow embedded in the side of a nearby lighthouse, its eyes looking out to sea like it's been there forever.