The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, chunky ash blankets a long-abandoned launchpad, the still air heavy with a metallic, acrid smell and the scent of burnt rubber. Umm, an intact SpaceX Starship prototype somehow has half of its hull lodged inside a massive, crystal geode that's risen out of the earth, while a livestream of the Binance trading chart maintains a steady hum of machinery nearby, the fluorescent lights overhead casting an eerie glow on the twisted remains of the launchpad's support structure. The sky above's a clear, deep blue, with the sun at mid-morning position, and...the ash itself seems to be slowly knitting back into solid rocket components.