The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly vines and weird, puffy mushrooms sprout out of a massive, half-buried airship, its corroded metal hull covered in some kind of iridescent, swirling slime that shimmers like... opals or something. Umm, a bunch of frayed, steaming hoses dangling from the airship's engines are somehow pumping what looks like sticky, translucent honey into the dry earth, making the surrounding dirt all soggy and wet. The air's thick with the smell of hot metal and ozone, and the sky above is this sickly pale yellow, like the sun's trying to burn through a thick layer of haze. Water somehow just... flows upwards, like a river in reverse, to fill the airship's broken windows.