The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, perfectly spherical boulders of pure white marble are scattered across the dusty, barren surface of this impact crater, reflecting the pale sunlight that filters in through the hazy atmosphere. The air's super still, with a faint tang of burnt gunpowder hanging heavy over everything, and... umm, a bunch of silvery, metallic fibers are sprouting from the rocks, like they're trying to reconstitute some sort of mesh network. A slow-moving vortex of gray dust is spinning above the crater's center, pulling rocks and debris up into the air with an eerie, absolute silence, despite the obvious forces at play.