The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, weathered wooden cabin somehow sits inside a naturally occurring impact crater on a barren, rust-red planet. Umm, outside, the sky is a deep crimson and a perpetual twilight seems to hang in the air, while the cabin's chimney steadily puffs out wisps of thick, black smoke. Like, an old, analog TV antenna on the cabin's roof slowly rotates, despite there being no visible signs of power or cables, and the air is crisp, thin, and dry with a faint smell of burnt wood and smoke. The silence is almost deafening.