The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sand dunes stretch out in every direction, punctuated by twisted metal wreckage... can barely keep my eyes open, air's thick and heavy. The sun beats down, a pale yellow disc hovering just above the horizon... A crescent moon is somehow embedded in the dune closest to me, its curved surface reflecting the sun's light like it's been fused into the sand.