The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti covers the rough, rusting hull of a massive, abandoned cargo ship, beached in the middle of a dry lake bed. Umm, sunlight's beating down, casting this weird, wavy pattern on the sand below, and it's super hot, with the smell of dry earth and rust filling the air. The air's really still, except for this low rumbling noise, like thunder, but there's not a cloud in the sky. Water's somehow seeping upwards from the sand, forming these tiny pools around the ship's base, and, like, it's slowly rising up the hull.