The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-filled geode stretches above me, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls of this... cavern, I guess. Uh, the air's thick and still, and it smells like wet minerals and something almost... metallic. Water trickles somewhere, echoing off the walls in a low murmur, and a perfect replica of a vintage Soviet Luna probe somehow sits quietly in the center of the geode, its metal panels a little rusty but otherwise looking brand new, no visible damage at all. Umm, the light level's kinda dim, but I can tell the sun's somewhere above, probably around mid-morning...