The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater pours down the massive, rusted hull of an upside-down battleship somehow buried in the ground, its gun turrets pointing deep into the earth. Umm, the air's super heavy with this weird, compressed feeling, and it smells strongly of wet soil and... gasoline. A flock of birds with iridescent feathers are nesting in the battleship's anchor, their chirping somehow perfectly in sync with the creaking of the hull as the rainwater pours down. The sky above is a pale, washed-out blue, with the sun hidden behind a thick layer of grey clouds.