The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cryptic symbols etched into a vintage SpaceX Starship fuel tank reflect the faint sunlight seeping through the open hatch, like hieroglyphics in a Martian tomb. Umm, outside the tank, a makeshift rhododendron garden sprawls, filling the air with a pungent floral scent and... somehow thriving amidst the dry, orange dust of this abandoned Mars colony landing site. The air's charged with electricity as the sky darkens, ozone heavy on my skin. Water trickles up the corroded fuel lines, defying gravity as a swarm of starlings perches, eerily still, atop the adjacent antenna array.