The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, Soviet-era spacecraft is half-buried in the cracked, barren earth of a vast, rust-red canyon system. Like, iridescent, aurora-like tendrils writhe and pulse across the craft's hull, reflecting the pale, rose-colored light of the setting twin suns that hover motionless in the darkening sky. The air's dry and still, heavy with the scent of burned wire and ozone-free static electricity, as a low, constant hum emanates from within the craft's open cockpit, where a single, glowing, Sephirot symbol etched into the dashboard seems to be manipulating the local gravity, causing nearby rocks to hover just above the ground.