The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of circuitry-laced, sentient vines are wrapping around the rusty hull of an abandoned spacecraft, partially buried in a desert of iridescent, fiber-optic "sand". Like, a school of robotic, cybernetic snakes – their bodies flashing with pulsing, cryptocurrency price tickers – slither in and out of the ship's mangled superstructure as a low-pitched, humming noise emanates from within. The air's heavy with the scent of ozone and smoke, and the sky above is a swirling vortex of distorted, glitchy colors that seem to be reflecting off the vine's crystalline tips. The vines are slowly pulling the ship underground.