The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, an old, worn-down, Soviet-style spacecraft's just sitting here in the middle of this vast, lunar impact crater, like it's been abandoned for decades. The air's vacuum-still, and the Earth's just a tiny blue dot hanging low in the black sky, casting this faint, ethereal light on everything. Meanwhile, a bunch of scuffed-up, industrial pipes are somehow... growing out of the ship's engines, like they're sprouting metal tentacles, and a slow trickle of water's just... flowing upwards through the pipes, disappearing into the ship's hull without freezing or boiling off into space.