The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ancient trees are scattered around this lunar surface, casting long, skeletal shadows on the gray dust. Like, the sky is pitch black, but sunlight is still somehow filtering through, illuminating the mist rising from the craters. Umm, the air is pretty much a vacuum, but there's this... weird scent of frankincense hanging around, and water's somehow dripping upwards from a crater's edge, forming a suspended pool in mid-air that's reflecting the faint blue haze surrounding us. The static from it is crackling in my ears.