The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sheets of frozen methane are stretching out as far as I can see, reflecting the pale blue light of a twin sunset on a distant horizon... The air's bitterly cold, with a sharp, chemical scent, and it's eerily still, like nothing's moving at all. A colossal, crystalline stupa rises from the frozen ground, etched with cryptic, tantric symbols that seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves in some sort of... celestial geometry. A gleaming, metallic lotus flower has somehow grown through the stupa's center, unfolding petals that seem to be pulling the surrounding ice sheets into a perfect, fractal spiral.