The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, purple foliage surrounds a half-submerged, abandoned Soviet-era Soyuz capsule in a murky, slow-moving river. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and something sweetly chemical, like phenol, and the water's surface is reflecting the late afternoon sun, casting a diffuse, orange glow over the tangled vegetation. Thin, wisps of gas are seeping from cracks in the Soyuz's hull, swirling lazily in the current, and it's... umm, as if the capsule is being steadily covered by fine, green vines that seem to be emerging from its own internal wiring. The water's completely still around it, like it's creating its own local eddy.