The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, single-engine airplane is half-submerged in a putrid, algae-choked pond, its propeller twisted and tangled with rotting vines. Like, the air is thick and heavy, reeking of decaying plant life and gasoline, and the sky above is a sickly yellow haze that seems to cling to my skin like oil. A mangy, long-dead alligator is somehow perched on the plane's cockpit, its jaws frozen in a toothy grimace. The water around the plane is eerily still, with not even a ripple to disturb the perfect reflection of the mangled wreck.