The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down onto the massive, crystal-encrusted hull of an abandoned spaceship, partially buried in the red sand of a Martian canyon. Like, the air's thick with the smell of wet earth and ozone, and it's charged with an electric buzz. Umm, iridescent vines are somehow sprouting out of the ship's propulsion system, absorbing and storing the pulses of a faint signal broadcasting fragments of Cicada 3301 puzzles, which are also somehow being projected onto the canyon walls by the bioluminescent fungi growing out of the ship's air vents.