The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, ancient temple made of what appears to be fossilized bone rises from the center of a massive, dry impact crater. Umm, the air's thick with an overpowering scent of frankincense and myrrh, and the sky above is a deep, burnished silver with the sun stuck at high noon. A constant, low-level hum vibrates through the still air, which seems to be charged with an electric tension, and above the temple, a massive, shifting aurora seems to be... writing... cuneiform script across the sky in pure, blazing starlight. The crater's somehow... refilling itself... with liquid silver.