The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pounding against the windows of this massive, empty library on Mars, somehow nestled inside a sprawling, ancient impact crater. Umm, like, shelves upon shelves of blank, unbound books seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves, as if being sorted by some invisible force. The air's thick with the smell of wet dust and... the sky outside's this sickly shade of green, with the sun visible as a faint, pulsing crescent near the horizon. Water's seeping in, pooling on the floor around the base of a weird, crystalline statue that's reflecting the Martian landscape outside in perfect detail.