The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky is a pale, wispy blue, like someone painted over it with watercolors. Umm, there's a bunch of decrepit old satellites strewn across the barren landscape of what looks like the surface of the Moon, but the gravity's way off, 'cause water's pooling up around them. A massive, iridescent peacock's tail is unfolding from the craters like it's growing out of the lunar regolith itself, reflecting the pale light and sending shivers of color across the dull gray rocks. The air is really still and smells kinda... sterile.