The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered remains of a giant, ornate mirror stretch across the cracked, dry earth of a barren, lunar landscape, like. Umm, the air's super thin and still, with this faint smell of burned wiring and ozone-free freshness. The sun's hanging low in the sky, casting an orange glow over the twisted, metallic wreckage of some ancient spacecraft in the distance, and water's somehow slowly pouring out of its mangled engine nozzles, forming a crystal-clear lake that's just... existing on the surface of the moon.