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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through the grated floor of a massive, empty parking garage, illuminating a still, motionless Soviet-era Luna 17 spacecraft somehow embedded in the concrete... its solar panels cracked, half-buried in the dust. Air's stale and musty, smells like gasoline and burned rubber, no wind at all.

In the distance, there's like... a serene, Japanese-style Zen garden somehow merged with a rough, rocky Martian terrain – jagged boulders covered in vibrant green moss, Zen stone lanterns half-buried in crimson dust... a wispy, cirrus cloud drifts lazily across the pale pink Martian sky.