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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grayish-brown dust devils dance across a seemingly abandoned Soviet-era launchpad, its massive concrete structures cracked and overgrown with dry, thorny vines. Umm, the air's super still, with this acrid smell of rocket fuel hanging over everything, while a lone, decrepit Soyuz rocket stands on its launchpad, slowly being consumed by a fine, iridescent lichen that seems to be absorbing its metal components. A steady hum emanates from the lichen, as if it's somehow powering the faint, pulsing lights of a series of Cyrillic-inscribed, ritualistic symbols etched into the launchpad's surface.