The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A derelict spacecraft, half-buried in a massive sand dune, its hull cracked open, revealing tangled wiring and debris... Umm, it smells like burned wiring and ozone-free air freshener. Outside, the sky's this sickly shade of green, and the air's thick with the sound of Discord notifications echoing off the dune's surface - somehow the messages are being read out loud, discussing cryptocurrency prices and gaming tournaments. The sun's high overhead, but the light's diffused, casting no shadows anywhere, and... it's raining upwards, water droplets accumulating on the underside of a massive, twisted metal awning jutting out from the spacecraft's hull.