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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, razor-sharp crystal shards are jutting out of the wet sand on a beach, reflecting the pale morning sun like... tiny mirrors. The air's humid and charged with an electric buzz, making the hairs on my arms stand up, and it smells like seaweed and diesel fuel. A massive, upside-down cruise ship is lodged in the sand, its hull cracked open, but somehow a steady stream of what looks like Twitch donation alerts is pouring out of the broken windows, like they're physical objects. Seagulls are flying overhead, their cries echoing through the still air.