The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bright orange, retro-futuristic, Soviet-era spaceship, half-submerged in an endless expanse of solid, white marble, stretches out under the pale light of a perpetual dawn. Umm, the air's heavy with a still, pungent scent like ozone and smoke, and there's this static electric charge that's making the hairs on... whatever, prickle. The ELON MUSK tweet from before is somehow etched into the side of the spaceship in perfect, blocky letters, like it's been there forever. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the marble surface, coating the spaceship's hull in a fine, still film, despite the dry, desert air.