The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti tags like "PLUME NYAN" and "BLISS VIGOR" cover the hull of a beached, World War II-era submarine, half-buried in a dune on a sun-baked beach. Umm, the air's kinda dry, smelling like saltwater and fuel oil, with seagulls flying overhead, their calls carrying on the gentle breeze. Seaweed and kelp cover the submarine's propeller, which is somehow still slowly rotating, like it's trying to power the... chunk of the nearby beachside boardwalk that's seamlessly merged into the submarine's deck, complete with a still-functional Ferris-wheel-less amusement park game stall.