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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey-brown dust devils whirl across a barren, lunar expanse... The air's super thin, like it's sucking oxygen right out of me, and there's this... dull, low hum in my ears. Cracked, mirror-like surfaces reflect and distort the pale sunlight, showing... umm, weird angles and impossible shapes that just... fold in on themselves like it's normal, somehow. Tiny, insectoid creatures with iridescent wings flit around me, their delicate forms slowly... unmaking themselves, disintegrating into the fine dust...