The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin suns cast long shadows across a sprawling, cyclopean cityscape carved into the rim of a colossal impact crater, their scarlet light seeping into the perpetual twilight within. Uh, the air's heavy with the stench of sulfurous dust and something like ozone, an electric charge crackling through the dry air as massive, iridescent wings stretch out from the crater's edge, casting a kaleidoscope of shadows on the buildings below. The silence is almost deafening, broken only by the faint, low-frequency hum of the wings as they appear to sustain the city's structural integrity.