The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's really dry as the sun beats down directly overhead in the middle of a massive, abandoned Soviet-era cosmodrome. Like, a decrepit Soyuz rocket somehow still attached to its launchpad is covered in SNARE FEAST MEMECOIN logos, slowly being consumed by the surrounding, shifting dunes of gray dust. The launchpad's umbilical tower has become some sort of makeshift antenna, etching ASCII art MELODY MOUND DOGE symbols into the ground as it emits a steady, piercing whine into the desert air, and, umm... a chunk of the rocket's payload fairing has melted into a puddle of what looks like liquid mercury.