The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A lone cargo ship's propeller is somehow embedded in a massive, crystal-encrusted stalactite hanging from the ceiling of a cavernous, underground cave system. The air's really still, but I can hear the sound of a Telegram voice chat echoing off the walls, just a bunch of voices discussing some cryptocurrency drama... Umm, it smells like saltwater in here, but the ground's totally dry. The propeller's slowly spinning without any apparent source of power, its blades sending ripples through the air like it's pushing through water, even though it's totally surrounded by solid stone.