The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned research facility stretches across the icy surface of one of Neptune's moons, with sleek, retro-futuristic equipment spilling out of the shattered remains of geodesic domes. Umm, the air's thin and freezing, carrying the scent of burned wiring and hydrazine as the pale, late-afternoon sun casts long shadows across the wreckage. Like, a levitating vortex of liquid helium somehow maintains a stable wormhole, connecting this facility to a mirrored duplicate of itself on the opposite side of the moon, where the same equipment lies broken and still. Snowflakes fall upwards, accumulating on the roof.