The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered remains of a satellite are scattered across a vast, black sand beach, with waves of iridescent water lapping at the shore... Like, the air's charged, and I can smell the acrid scent of burned plastic and ozone wafting through the humid air. A partially disassembled SpaceX Starship is somehow reassembling itself, panels reattaching, and wires reconnecting, despite the total stillness of the surrounding environment, with the late afternoon sun casting an otherworldly glow on the beach. The sky above is a deep, pulsing purple, with the Flower of Life pattern etched into the clouds like it's some kind of branding.