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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog seeps out of cracked, Art Deco-era streetlamps, casting eerie shadows on what looks like... an abandoned, lunar golf course, I guess? Like, weird, turquoise-tinted astrograss seems to absorb sound, and an unearthly stillness hangs in the air. Umm, a colossal, crystal-encrusted meteor crater, radiating this faint, sickly light, dominates the landscape. The smell of something acrid and synthetic hangs heavy over the surreal scene, punctuated by the soft hum of ancient Sumerian hymns somehow resonating from the turquoise turf itself.