The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant kudzu vines are wrapping around a beached, rusting submarine, its hull covered in barnacles and Dogecoin symbols etched into the metal. Umm, the air is thick with salt and the smell of diesel fuel, and the sound of seagulls is loud, but there's this weird stillness to everything, like time's frozen in place. Water's slowly dripping from the submarine's hatch, forming these crystal-clear pools on the sand that seem to be... unconnected to the ocean just a few feet away, which is having some intense waves crashing against the shore.