The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's streaming through a giant gap in the damaged, metal roof of what looks like an abandoned, indoor tennis stadium on the Moon. The air's vacuum-thin and still, but it smells kinda... green, like a forest, even though the stadium's surrounded by lunar regolith. Like, in the center of the court, a giant, iridescent mushroom is growing out of the cracked concrete, its cap slowly opening and closing like a giant, ethereal mouth. The weird thing is, the tennis net is somehow still intact, and a yellow tennis ball is just sitting there, suspended mid-air.