The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's spraying out of a massive, rusted sprinkler system in the middle of a half-buried, Soviet-era cosmodrome, like, the sun's setting in the distance, casting a reddish glow over the abandoned rocket silos. The air's dry and still, except around the sprinklers, which seem to be generating a weird, static electricity charge, causing tiny sparks to jump between the individual water droplets. Uh, part of the launchpad seems to be shifting into a mirror-perfect replica of a 4chan message board thread, complete with ASCII art depictions of rocket ships and glitching copypastas.