The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, iridescent feathers are scattered all over a barren, rust-red plain, like they've been torn apart in some sort of brutal fight. The air's dry and thin, and I can hear this eerie, unearthly howling, despite the complete stillness of the air. Uh, some sort of bizarre, crystalline latticework is slowly unearthing itself from the ground, displacing the soil without causing any disturbance, and this plain is somehow both on and inside the Moon at the same time – like, I can see the curved horizon and the lunar regolith outside the plain, but it's also overhead, encasing this area.