The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, ancient glaciers are sprawled across a vast, arid desert like it's a dumping ground for geological disasters, the dry, cracked earth torn apart where the ice meets the sand. Umm, the air's super cold and still, but it's humid too, and I can smell the weird, metallic scent of ice calving. In the distance, I see what appears to be a working orrery embedded in the sand, the planets made of swirling, iridescent mist, orbiting a tiny, blazing star that seems to be anchored to the ground. The light is super bright, but somehow, the ice isn't melting.