The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's a derelict spacecraft half-buried in a massive, iridescent salt flat, surrounded by countless shards of splintered obsidian that seem to be slowly reassembling into mirrored sculptures of themselves. The air is super still and has a heavy, crystalline smell... it's like the whole area is just waiting for something to happen. Meanwhile, a flock of seagulls is roosting on the spacecraft's hull, each one staring intently at a different, levitating screen displaying an endless stream of Ethereum block height updates. A weak, pinkish light from the distant, setting sun casts an otherworldly glow over the whole scene.