The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a massive, crystalline geodesic dome covering a sprawling, overgrown Zen garden on the surface of a distant, icy moon. Umm, a low-pressure system's brewing on the horizon as the air's crisp and dry, carrying the scent of mint and wintergreen. The sound of softly falling water's echoing through the stillness, even though it's not raining and there's no visible water anywhere, like... somehow the sound's being generated by the intricate patterns of frost on the dome itself. A delicate, iridescent dragonfly's perched on a moss-covered rock, its wings reflecting the pale, mid-morning sun.