The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-eaten remains of what looks like a whale are scattered across the cracked, dry floor of a massive, impact crater. Uh, delicate strands of glittering mycelium are unfurling from the center of the crater, weaving themselves into a cryptic, gemstone-encrusted diagram of the I Ching. The air's hot and still, with a faint smell of smoke and burnt oil, as a miniature, star-like object - a blazing ball of plasma - hangs motionless near the crater's edge, illuminating the desolate landscape. Rain's falling somewhere in the distance, echoing off the crater's walls.