The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gleaming, Art Deco-style spacecraft hangs from the center of a vast, geodesic dome, sunlight streaming in through its lattice-like structure, casting intricate patterns on the polished, silver hull. Umm, the air's kinda thin and the smell of burned fuel lingers, while outside, the sky's a deep, electric blue, with no clouds in sight. Water's condensing on the dome's struts, slowly trickling downwards, but instead of dripping off, it's somehow getting absorbed into the spacecraft's hull, like it's... drinking it. The only sound is the gentle, rhythmic whir of the spacecraft's systems.