The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick, iridescent mist is blanketing a massive, abandoned quarry, like, it's seeping into every nook and cranny, making everything feel super humid. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and ozone, and I can hear the distant sound of dripping water echoing off the walls. Above the quarry's center, a chunk of the Moon's surface is somehow just... stuck, like it's been transported here and lodged into the air. Seagulls are casually flying around it, their calls muffled by the mist, as if this is just a normal day.