The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline ice shelves stretch out over a still, pale blue lake, uh, it's really quiet, like there's no wind at all. The air's crisp and cold, with this kinda sweet, slightly chemical smell, and the low sun's casting long shadows across the ice. In the lake's center, a scale replica of a Saturn V rocket is somehow sticking straight up out of the water, its surface covered in what looks like actual, living moss, with tiny icicles hanging from the rocket nozzles. The whole scene's reflecting a clear, starry night sky, despite it being daytime.