The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sprawling, ancient aqueduct system's covering the floor of a massive, impact crater on some kind of desolate, lunar surface. The air's super thin and still, with this acrid smell of burned metal wafting through it, and the sky above is a deep, inky black. Water's somehow flowing upwards through the aqueduct's arches, forming these iridescent, crystalline tendrils that're wrapping around a levitating, cryptic Kabbalistic diagram etched into the crater's center - like, the symbols on it are shifting and rearranging themselves in real-time.