The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled metal from what looks like a crashed plane hangs high in the branches of a mangrove forest, umm, with some weird pink coral or something covering the twisted wreckage. Water's slowly rising and falling with a soft lapping sound, like the tide's coming in and out in really short cycles. The air's thick and humid, smells like seaweed and fuel, feels like it's mid-afternoon, the sun's pretty low in the sky. Crabs with weirdly reflective shells are just... walking on the surface of the water as if it's solid ground, slowly moving around the base of the mangroves.