The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mangled, ancient root systems from what looks like a fossilized Banyan tree sprawl across the jagged, rough-hewn surface of a meteorite impact crater, covered in vines that emit a soft, pulsing hum, like... it's still trying to power some lost equipment. Umm, the air is thick with the stench of burned circuitry and ozone, the sky above is an intense shade of deep crimson. Shattered satellite components are lodged in the crater's center, somehow beaming an unending live-stream of footage from a now-abandoned Russian deep-sea laboratory onto the rocky walls. It's midday.