The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sprawling, turquoise-colored tidal flat stretches out before the horizon, the sun hanging low in the west, casting long shadows across the perfectly still, mirror-like water. Umm, the air's got this heavy, salty smell, and it's eerily calm despite a massive, naturally occurring Mobius strip somehow embedded in the rock of a nearby cliff, with waves washing over it, somehow flowing from the top side to the bottom without ever actually falling. The sky above is a deep, burnished copper, and I can hear the sound of distant, gentle lapping of waves against the shore.