The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite statues of fungal growths tower above the rust-red landscape of Mars, somehow casting no shadows despite the direct sunlight. Umm, the air's really thin and cold, with a faint scent of honey wafting on the gentle breeze, and I can see a massive, crystal-encrusted version of the Koran's 114th surah hovering, inscribed in mid-air above the statues. Like, the sky is a deep shade of indigo, and the only sound is the gentle hum of a Game Boy Advance cartridge somehow embedded in one of the fungal growths, continuously playing an endless loop of Tetris.