The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline shards are scattered across a barren, lunar landscape, reflecting the pale, early morning sunlight in a kaleidoscope of colors. The air's crisp and dry, with a hint of sulfur, and there's this low, steady hum, like, vibrating through the ground. Umm, one of the shards, easily the size of a small house, is somehow balanced on its point, spinning slowly in a perfect circle, despite the air being completely still. A thin, gossamer thread of molten rock stretches out from the shard, linking it to a distant, ancient symbol etched into the moon's surface.