The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, partially disassembled Soviet-era Soyuz spacecraft rests on the worn, white ice of a frozen lake, surrounded by the skeletal remains of birch trees. Umm, sunlight's filtering through the sparse, icy branches, casting sharp, angular shadows on the frosty surface. Like, air's really crisp, with this stillness that's just sorta... punctuated by the faint scent of kerosene and a low, constant whine that seems to be coming from a nearby patch of frost where a bunch of tiny, antique clockwork mechanisms are just... somehow embedded in the ice.