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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, empty hangar with a retractable roof, the sky above a pale shade of indigo, like it's almost night but not quite. Umm, the air is still and heavy, smelling of jet fuel, and it's silent except for a low-pitched whirring sound, like machinery is running somewhere in the distance. A massive, World War II-era bomber plane is parked in the center of the hangar, its wings somehow folding and unfolding like a puzzle, despite being made of solid metal, and water is dripping from its propellers, forming a small pool that's perfectly reflecting the constellation of Triangulum.