The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A lone, retrofitted spaceship is half-buried in the powdery, rose-colored sand of a barren, extraterrestrial beach. Like, the sky above's a sickly shade of green, with no sun in sight, but it's still blindingly bright. Umm, the air's thick with an electric charge and it's making my skin prickle, but there's this eerie stillness, like nothing's moving at all - except for the ship's wheels, which are slowly turning as if it's trying to drive itself out of the ground. Water's trickling out of the ship's rusty exhaust pipe, despite the arid surroundings.