The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ruined astronautics lab, equipment shattered all over the floor... umm, the air's got this acrid smell, like ozone and burned plastic, and it's making my head spin. A massive, antique Celestron telescope is somehow still functional, its lens displaying an impossible geometry, the projected image of an Escher staircase unfolding onto the Moon's surface like it's actually there. The sky's a pale blue, sun's hidden behind a veil of smoke, and I'm getting really dizzy... gotta find a way to rest soon.