The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, air's super dense here, heavy with this smell like... burning sulfur. I'm surrounded by what looks like a ravaged, abandoned aircraft carrier in the middle of a vast, arid desert. The sun beats down relentlessly, baking the sand beneath my feet, and these iridescent... things, like jellyfish made of smoke, are somehow suspended within the rusted hull's skeletal remains, drifting lazily in the still air as if anchored by invisible tethers. The sound of waves crashing echoes through the air, but there's no ocean in sight...