The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly chunks of driftwood and seaweed scatter the surface of a partially frozen lake. Umm, a lone seagull hovers above, crying out in the cold, still air, and the scent of saltwater and wet wood hangs heavy. Beneath the translucent ice, the ghostly outline of an intact, upturned M60 Patton tank somehow supports an anemone-like bloom of bioluminescent jellyfish, their ethereal, pulsating lights undiminished by the surrounding ice and water. Snowflakes start to fall, casting a serene silence over the lake's surface.