The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of crimson-colored fungus stretch across the surface of a ravaged, lunar impact crater, like, the fungal growths are slowly absorbing the crater's rocky edges. Umm, a perpetual, faint drizzle falls from a shrouded, sickle-shaped moon overhead, the air is thick with an eerie stillness, heavy with the stench of decay and ozone. Shards of splintered obsidian embedded in the crater's floor reflect a sanguine glow, an unnatural energy signature resonates within the crater's circumference. The shattered remains of an ethereal, crystalline palace jut out from the crater's center, as if extruded organically from the lunar rock itself.