The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decaying, abandoned spacecraft graveyard stretches out across a barren, lunar-like expanse, with mangled satellites and destroyed drones scattered everywhere. The air's thick with the stench of burned fuel and ozone, like, and the sky above is a sickly shade of green from a weird, atmospheric distortion. In the distance, a ravaged SpaceX Starship somehow has a functioning McDonald's sign on its side, steadily pumping out a stream of glitchy, ASCII art ads for a "McRib NFT" despite the fact that it's been torn in half. Water pours down from a few twisted, damaged pipes, somehow infusing the broken drones with a weak, eerie power.