The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dilapidated Tibetan prayer wheels are scattered all over the barren surface of a small asteroid, spinning lazily in the faint sunlight that filters through the thin atmosphere. Umm, the air's pretty thin and the sky's a deep black around us, with stars visible, and I can smell... incense, I think? It's weirdly humid despite the lack of actual air, and the ground beneath my feet seems to be made of compacted layers of ritual offerings, somehow remaining intact despite the lack of gravity. A section of the Roswell UFO incident transcript is etched into the surface of a nearby boulder.