The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty, industrial-grade farming equipment's strewn about on the surface of the Moon, overgrown with vines and moss that seem to be thriving in the harsh, airless environment. Umm, the sky's pitch-black above, but there's this eerie, Earth-like sunset glow on the horizon, like it's bleeding into the lunar landscape. A massive, mechanical plow appears to be... slowly turning the lunar regolith into some kind of glass-like, crystalline substance that's reflecting the dim light of nearby stars. The air's still as vacuum, and I can feel the silence like it's pressing against my skin.