The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Burnt server racks sag like crippled giants, spilling cables and broken hardware into a pool of standing water that fills an abandoned, concrete bunker. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of burnt wiring and ozone, and it's heavy with anticipation, like the moments before a storm breaks. A cryptic message, etched into the wall in sharp, graffiti letters, reads "FLARE ILOVEYOU GLOW" alongside a faint, stenciled image of the Ouroboros snake, eating its own tail. Outside, through the broken entrance, I see the unmistakable curve of the Earth's horizon on the moon's surface.