The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, eerily still expanse of water stretches out before me, reflecting the pale, overcast sky like a mirror. Uh, it's freezing cold and the air's got this sharp, metallic scent, but it's also got a weird... sweet undertone, like someone spilled sugar everywhere. In the distance, I can see this dilapidated, abandoned research station just... merged with a half-sunken pirate ship, like the two structures just grew together or something, and a faded Hyperpop poster's still plastered to the side of the ship. Seagulls are perched all over the wreckage, completely silent.