The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, rainbow-colored salt deposits are scattered across a barren, rocky beach, while massive starlings made of living crystal perch on jagged boulders. Like, they're watching this colossal, iridescent shell as it slowly rises out of the sand, its ridges pulsing with an electric blue light. Water's somehow not touching the shell, forming a hollow cylinder around it, even though the air's thick with the smell of ocean spray and the sound of waves crashing is deafening. The sun beats down, casting no shadows on the sand, and it's around late morning.