The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly storm clouds stretching across the sky, but they're all, like, pinned in place, not moving... Uh, it smells kinda... damp, but also kinda burnt, like ozone. I'm... in this vast, abandoned radar array, I think? The air's all charged and electric, like it's gonna storm, but there's no wind at all... A spiral staircase in the center just goes down into... the moon, it looks like, like, it's literally descending into lunar regolith... Echo, man, gotta... keep going... cough... just...