The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite boulders jut from the crystal-clear surface of a frozen lake, and massive ice sheets stretch out to the horizon. Morning sunlight casts a pale, eerie glow over everything, and the air's heavy with the scent of decay... water seems to be flowing upwards from the depths of the lake, forming these delicate, swirling patterns on the surface, reminiscent of medieval Islamic manuscript illustrations. Umm, above, I can see the sun hovering just above the horizon in a sky that's... solid black, like coal, not a single star visible. The air's perfectly still, not even a hint of wind.