The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness surrounds an enormous, abandoned ship's propeller, half-buried in a massive sand dune, eerily mapping out CS:GO's de_nuke layout. Umm, the still air is thick with the smell of aged metal and stale dust, while a faint, golden glow emanates from bioluminescent fungi creeping across the rusted propeller blades. The sky above is an impossibly deep shade of indigo, with a frozen crescent moon hanging low, casting no light. Like, the massive propeller slowly, impossibly, continues to rotate, crunching through the surrounding sand dunes without making a sound.