The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant cacti somehow encase a massive, ancient observatory like it's been there for centuries, and the air's pretty dry with this heavy, starchy smell of old paper. Umm, sunlight barely filters through the thorny plants, casting long shadows across these ancient, dusty telescopes as the sound of mechanical clockwork hums through the air. Like, the sky above is this deep, burnt orange at sunset, and this constant livestream of Elon Musk's Twitter feed is somehow projected onto the moon's surface, scrolling through his tweets in real-time. The air's still, with this heavy feeling of anticipation.