The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off the rippled surface of a massive, cryogenically-frozen lake, somehow embedded within the hollow core of a metallic asteroid. The air's super crisp, with a hint of ozone generator exhaust, and there's a perpetual low hum coming from these ancient, still-functional Neuromancer-era cyberdecks somehow buried beneath the lake's surface. Like, a Vine loop of a levitating Cicada 3301 cryptogram is projected onto the inner surface of the asteroid, casting a mosaic of prime numbers across the frozen lake. Outside, it's somehow simultaneously raining and sunny.