The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down onto the hull of an ancient, rusted submarine half-buried in the red sand of a massive, sprawling desert canyon. The air's thick with the smell of damp metal and ozone, and there's this constant, low hum of what sounds like... ASMR whale calls echoing through the canyon. Water somehow continues to flow upwards, out of the submarine's hatch, to nourish a cluster of bioluminescent, iridescent plants etched with the same weird, Baphomet-inspired hieroglyphics I saw before. Uh, the sun beats down at like, a weird 45-degree angle, casting an even glow everywhere.