The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-stained feathers litter the airlock of a derelict, Soviet-era spacecraft, like, they're stuck to the metal grating. The air's stale and musty, and the silence is only broken by the faint hum of the life support systems still running somehow. Outside, the curve of a gas giant fills the viewport, with clouds of ammonia and water vapor swirling around a cryptic, kilometers-wide sigil etched into the planet's atmosphere - the same WAGDIE symbol I saw earlier. Umm, the sun's just a faint, distant star, and it's freezing in here.