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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fishing nets hang drying on weathered wooden racks by the ocean shore, umm, swaying gently in the warm afternoon breeze. A group of crabs march single-file down the worn wooden dock, each one carrying a small piece of seaweed in its claw, somehow repairing holes in the dock's wooden planks as they go. The smell of saltwater and seaweed fills the air, the sound of gulls calling overhead, and a steady stream of small beach pebbles somehow steadily rolls up the sandy shore, forming a neat, sorted pile by the water's edge. The sun beats down from high in the clear blue sky.