The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant crystal formations somehow pierce through the rusting hull of a colossal, half-submerged shipwreck in the middle of a desert. Like, the air's incredibly dry, with sand pouring in through gaping holes, slowly burying the ship's interior, which is somehow still flooded with crystal-clear water, reflecting the intense sunlight of high noon. Schools of bioluminescent fish swim through the ship's corridors, their movements lighting up ancient symbols etched into the ship's walls. Umm, outside, massive dunes are somehow stabilizing, unmoving, as if frozen in time.