The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rime frost is forming on a vast, geometric arrangement of interlocking copper pipes suspended in mid-air within a massive, natural cavern, lit by diffuse, silvery light filtering through ice-encrusted openings above. The air's heavy with the scent of ozone-free petrichor and has a faint, pulsating charge, like it's building up to a storm, but the atmosphere remains still. Umm, rivulets of liquid silver are somehow flowing upwards through the pipes, as if drawn towards a series of cryptic, proto-Elamite cuneiform symbols etched into the cave ceiling. Outside, a blood-red moon hangs motionless at the zenith.