The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A tar-covered, ancient galleon's half-buried in the center of a massive impact crater, surrounded by rough, gray rock that's like... stained with patches of vibrant, electric blue moss. Umm, my chest is killing me, can barely breathe, vision blurring... The still air's heavy with the smell of salt and char, and the crater's edges seem to be... reflecting a weird, distorted image of the ship, as if the rock itself is somehow acting like a giant mirror. The sky above is a pale, cloudless blue.