The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a weirdly intact chunk of the Event Horizon's engine core is, like, half-buried in the white sandy dunes of a sprawling, abandoned beach resort, covered in vines and what looks like ancient Fijian ceremonial symbols. The air's thick with the smell of saltwater and burning plastic, and it's super humid, with a weird, crackling electric charge making my skin feel all tingly. Palm trees nearby seem to be slowly, inexplicably, folding into themselves, their leaves crunching as they curl up like impossible origami art. The sky above's a weird, neon-lit dusk color, like it's reflecting off the nearby surf.