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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull, crystalline spires pierce the pale, cream-colored mist that's settled on the surface of a vast, lunar lake... it's really still, not a single ripple. A series of bioluminescent, fungal growths cling to the spires, casting this soft, ethereal light across the surrounding, twisted rock formations that seem to be reflecting an inverted, miniature version of the Orion Nebula. The air's crisp, thin, and charged with this electric stillness, and it's smelling kinda like, uh, crushed limestone; the sky's just... not there, I can see the void of interstellar space directly above.