The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, rivulets of liquid silver trickle upward from the surface of a massive, still-frozen impact crater, collecting into a series of intricate, hieroglyph-like patterns etched into the ice. The air's heavy with the scent of ozone-free air and, like, something faintly metallic. Water slowly trickles downward from the ice above, but somehow doesn't mix with the liquid silver, instead, it forms this impossible, thin layer of pure water on top of the silver like they're somehow repelling each other. The pale, distant sun hangs low in the sky, just above the frozen horizon.