The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing embers are scattered across a barren, black sand beach, the air's got a weird, heavy stillness to it. The sky above's a deep, fiery red, like the sun's just dipped below the horizon, but it's not moving – it's stuck in this perpetual state of dusk. Water's lapping gently at the shore, but it's not normal water – it's thick, syrupy, and it's somehow forming perfect, intricate glass sculptures that are just... washing up on the beach. Umm, the air's got this weird, acrid smell, like something's burning, but it's not unpleasant.