The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy somehow splay across the corroded fuselage of an ancient, abandoned airliner, the windows morphing seamlessly into grimy, stained glass murals as dogecoin-branded server racks hum softly in the sweltering heat emanating from a series of battered, industrial heaters strewn about the cabin. Umm, like, an air of ozone and burning fuel hangs heavy in the air, despite the aircraft somehow being submerged beneath the calm surface of a lake. Calliope music drifts faintly through the speakers as an automated airdrop announcement loops endlessly. It's snowing in the cockpit.