The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by tons of smashed, industrial HVAC units, half-buried in a gray-brown landscape that's just... really dry. The air's super still, with the Eiffel Tower somehow stuck in a chunk of concrete, wrapped around a piece of a plane's jet engine. Like, bioluminescent vines are crawling all over the wreckage, displaying scrolling log messages from some 4chan thread about "The Dulce Papers" in Arial font, and the sky's this pale, washed-out blue. Umm, a massive, spherical chunk of the moon is just... embedded in a crater a mile or so away.