The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, cyclopean monoliths rise like sentinels from the surface of a massive, impact crater lake, their surfaces weathered and covered in lichen and moss. The air's crisp and cool, with a scent of wet earth and the faintest hint of star anise, the silence broken only by the distant lapping of the lake's water against the stone... Umm, above, a darkening sky stretches out, the last remnants of a burning sunset lingering on the horizon, casting long shadows across the water. The moon appears to be simultaneously in its gibbous and crescent phases, its twin shapes overlapping in the darkness.