The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A verdant, overgrown cathedral somehow grows organically from the sides of a massive impact crater, vines twisting around intricate stone carvings as they stretch up towards the sky. Like, the air's thick with the scent of blooming wildflowers, and the sound of dripping water echoes off the crater's walls as a faint, pearlescent mist rises from the vines, infusing the space with a warm, diffuse light. A crescent moon hangs suspended in the sky above, but the air pressure and humidity suggest it's still late morning. The silence is almost palpable, punctuated only by the soft hum of the vines themselves.