The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A Soviet-era Soyuz rocket is half-buried in the white sand of a tranquil beach at dawn, seagulls landing on the rusty hull as the air is charged with electricity... Umm, water's lapping gently at the shore, and bioluminescent crabs are crawling around the rocket's base, radiating an odd hum that seems to match the mechanical wings' distant rumble. Sunlight's reflecting off the waves, casting a warm glow over everything, while the smell of ozone hangs heavy over the beach. A few paces away, an Escher-style impossible waterfall flows upwards, water spilling onto the sand, seemingly unaffected by gravity.