Libya, already in progress. The 人工的かすみ scatters in 前面の of us, as the polygon 風景 rushes beneath our enclosed 足(複), and the shoreline approaches. As the ジェット reaches the yellow strand, we tilt to 飛ぶ along it, or perhaps the 地球傾斜 as we remain stable. Flashes of 鏡光 greet us.