The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog banks cling to the sides of a narrow, winding fjord, while sunlight streams through in shafts, casting an uneven glow on the water. The air's crisp and cold, with a hint of saltwater and a really faint tang of diesel fuel, and it's pretty still too. Umm, a massive, industrial shipping container is somehow lodged inside a cave mouth high above the fjord, its corrugated steel surface perfectly preserved and merged with the surrounding rock, just kinda...stuck there like it's always been there. A soft, gentle lapping of the water against the shore creates a soothing background noise.