The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, towering spires of iridescent opal jut out from the surface of what looks like a frozen lake, the ice a swirling mix of transparent blue and white. As sunlight filters through the crystalline formations, their facets reflect a maze-like pattern of tiny, flickering symbols – parts of the Cicada 3301 cryptograms. Like, the air's super crisp, and there's this faint smell of wet fur... and somehow, the moon is visibly orbiting the Earth just a few hundred feet above, leaving a trail of glittering stardust on the ice's surface as it passes overhead.