The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blizzard is raging across a vast, lunar regolith beach, the snowflakes somehow passing through the vacuum of space without sublimating, like... they're immune to the laws of thermodynamics or something. Uh, massive, crystalline spires are jutting out of the ground, refracting and bending the pale, reflected light from the distant, partially-eclipsed Earth. The air's electrically charged, smelling kinda like a blown fuse, and it's dead silent, no sound at all, despite the intense storm activity. The regolith's got these weird, qliphothic symbols etched into it, seemingly absorbing the faint, diffuse light.