The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky is a pale shade of purple above this colossal, ancient step pyramid built out of a million rusted Xbox consoles. Water cascades down its sides, somehow functioning like a giant, surreal waterfall in the middle of a parched desert. Uh, air's thick with this acrid, burning smell, like... plastic on fire. The top tier of the pyramid somehow seamlessly morphs into the landing legs of an old Soyuz rocket, just chillin', like it's supposed to be there the whole time.