The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, iridescent mist swirls around the shattered remains of a geodesic dome, half-buried in the fine, silver sand of a vast, lunar regolith plain. Umm, the air's thin and crisp, heavy with the scent of ozone and burning circuit boards, like right after a major electrical fire. A massive, crystalline entity - easily the size of a skyscraper - seems to be... unfolding from the dome's central hub, its facets etched with pulsing, fractal patterns that reflect the pale, Earthlight illuminating the desolate landscape. The sky above appears to be bleeding a dark, starry ichor.