The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A partially submerged Soviet-era submarine is poking out of a sea of solidified, yellow-orange plastic goo that stretches as far as the eye can see, the air above it heavy with the smell of burnt wiring and ozone... Like, the sky is this deep, bloody red, and the sun is just a faint, silver disc hovering at the horizon. A steady stream of water is somehow flowing upwards from the submarine's propeller, arcing high into the air before splashing back down into the plastic with a weird, echoing gurgle. The air's thick with an almost deafening, electric buzzing noise.