The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down on a massive, old, half-buried airplane... it's like, covered in weeds and moss, and birds are nesting in the engines. The air's pretty humid, smells kinda like gasoline, but it's really still, like, almost no breeze at all. A bunch of suitcases are scattered around, some of them are open with clothes spilling out, and there's this huge, like, crystal or something just growing out of the airplane's wing, no big deal. The plane's tail is just, casually, stuck in a tree, like it's been there forever.