As you move...

towards the middle of the fuselage you can see the distorted smear of the moon through the curved canopy glass. The plane creaks as you test your weight on the trailing edge of the wing. You put a hand on the edge of the cockpit frame and there is a deep groan as you pull yourself up to look inside. the instrument panel is bathed in an angle of light and the first thing you notice is that every needle in the panel sags with the weight of age. The rustling noise again starts up and you see something move in the shadow of the seat. It's a small flight journal, haphazardly positioned, it's pages flipping back and forth with the breeze. They all appear empty except one that rushes by with a gust of air. You reach in and thumb the pages back until you find it. It has a short list written on it, which reads:

Aesthetic properties to be mindful of when making masterpieces:
-Duende
-Heirlooms
-Wabi-sabi
-Überzeugung
-Stimmung

And pencilled in as a addition, in a hasty script:
--Ganesha

You return the book to the seat and step down off the plane.

Now do you:
-Return to your first spot
-Walk down the road
-Inspect the sound behind the bushes