The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, metal ship's propeller just kinda... sticks out of a sand dune, slowly rotating like it's still in use, even though there's no ship around it. Umm, sunlight beats down pretty hard on the dunes, casting a harsh shadow behind the propeller. The air's thick with the smell of hot metal and dry earth, and there's a weird low-frequency hum in the distance that seems to match the propeller's rotation speed. Water trickles out of the propeller hub, somehow feeding into a small, tranquil oasis just a few feet away, with a few palm trees growing around it.