The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled cat6 cables spill out of a gutted, Soviet-era-looking Soyuz spacecraft, half-buried in a vast expanse of shifting, silver sand dunes on a massive, airless moon. Umm, the only sound is the faint creaking of twisted metal, the air's vacuum-stillness almost palpable... a constellation of tiny, iridescent orbs has formed near the spacecraft's mangled descent module, pulsing softly with an otherworldly energy. The gravity seems to be pulling me toward the lunar surface at an angle, like the moon's mass is concentrated a few kilometers beneath my feet.