The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive slabs of white Carrara marble are stacked haphazardly like they just fell from the sky, covering most of the dusty, barren landscape of what appears to be the surface of Mars, with the late afternoon sun casting an orange glow on the rust-red sand. A lone cargo ship's container somehow ended up here, too, with "ILOVEYOU VIGOR HYPERPOP" spray-painted in bold letters across its side, and the air is eerily still with a weird, pungent smell wafting from it. A faint sound of a Telegram voice chat is coming from... the ground. Water's slowly seeping out of the marble slabs.