The crew exit out onto this moon. Holy looks in awe as Unnamed’s body goes into the sky above, seemingly never ending until suddenly it does. Unnamed taps Holy’s face, whispering a chilling “Smooth butter.” It seemed like a nonsense statement, but it was true, the moon was as smoth as butter. Unnatual for a moon, or really any solid object in the sky. They look around, but nothing is in sight.