The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, steel latticework towers are piercing the sky like giant shards of metal, casting a lattice pattern of shadows on the dusty terrain. Umm, air's got this dry, ozone-free scent, and it's pretty still, except for the sound of the perpetual sunrise - the sun's just about to breach the horizon but somehow never actually does. Wispy strands of what looks like solar plasma are dripping from the tower's peak, forming a shimmering pool of... solid-state light at the base, and a cryptic message, "PEPE LUST FORK", is etched into the nearest lattice plate.