The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's pouring in through the massive, crystalline skylight of this abandoned, geodesic dome, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the rusting hulks of what look like Soviet-era spacecraft, half-buried in the dusty, reddish soil. The air's got a metallic tang and it's really dry in here, with this faint humming noise, like... vibrations, maybe. A bunch of retro-futuristic, hoverbike things are just sitting on the ground, totally still, covered in dust, and one of them has what looks like a fully-grown, blooming orchid growing out of its engine. Water's slowly trickling from a busted pipe somewhere.