The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted metal wreckage is strewn across a barren, dusty plain, with what looks like a half-buried spaceship engine nozzle in the distance, partially submerged in the sand. Umm, the air's really still, with this thick, acrid smell like burned wiring and fuel hanging over everything, and it's blisteringly hot despite the sun being low in the sky. Like, a weird, iridescent sheen is clinging to the sand, making it shimmer and reflect the light in a way that's kinda disorienting. The sky above is a deep, solid purple, with no stars or clouds visible anywhere.