The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick, gray haze hangs low in the valley of a massive, ancient impact crater. Umm, the air's super still and heavy with the smell of damp clay as the early morning sun casts long shadows across the cracked, barren terrain. Like, a perfectly intact 1980s-era Soviet-era Luna Program lunar lander's just sitting here, somehow half-buried in the ground as if it crash-landed and was swallowed up by the earth... which is slowly reforming itself around the lander's metal legs, sealing it back into the ground.