The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, worn-out spacecraft fuel tanks somehow stretch out across the surface of a frozen tundra like they've been here forever, their rusty metal exteriors blending in with the earthy tones of the barren landscape. Umm, a massive, faded-out SpaceX logo is still visible on one of the tanks, half-buried in the frozen ground, and the air's super crisp with this intense, biting cold that makes every breath hurt. A gentle, low-frequency hum seems to be coming from the tanks themselves, almost like they're still pressurized and ready to launch, and... the sun's still visible in the sky even though it's somehow well after midnight.