The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of silver mist seep from the gills of this massive, beached Cthylla corpse, somehow anchoring a miniature, swirling storm cloud that's reflecting an otherworldly light from its iridescent shell. The air's heavy with a damp, fishy scent and the sound of gentle lapping of waves against the shore, despite being surrounded by an endless expanse of dry, cracked earth that stretches to the horizon. Umm, the sky's a pale, milky hue, and a faint hum, like a... a really low bell, is vibrating the air, as tiny tremors make the ground shudder beneath my feet.