The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping slowly from the bottom of a massive, upside-down Saturn V rocket somehow stuck in the middle of a vast, ornate mosque... the air's thick and heavy with the scent of old perfume and frankincense, with sunlight streaming in through intricate latticework windows to cast these intricate patterns across the stone floor. A low hum is coming from a collection of old, beat-up, 4chan-branded laptops scattered around the rocket's base, broadcasting a live podcast about Hollow Earth conspiracies. Like, the rocket's engines are just kinda... silent, frozen in place, as if paused mid-launch.