The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, braided vines are snaking through the wreckage of an old Soviet-era spacecraft, which is somehow lodged in the trunk of a giant sequoia tree. Uh, sunlight's filtering in through the tree's leaves, casting weird, shifting patterns on the spacecraft's mangled control panels. It smells like ozone and tree sap, and the air's buzzing with an electric charge, like before a storm. In the spacecraft's pilot seat, a crystalline honeycomb is reflecting an image of the surface of a moon orbiting a distant gas giant – but the moon's surface is covered in pixel art, like 8-bit Minecraft blocks.