The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frozen waves of iridescent water cover the surface of what appears to be a massive, ancient, crystalline landing strip, reflecting the pale light of... like, three suns hanging low in the sky. A line of crystalline stalactites somehow points directly towards a massive, levitating, and severely distorted chunk of the surface of Pluto, as if they're attempting to chart a trajectory towards it. Umm, the air's dry, really thin, and there's this almost metallic smell. Perfectly symmetrical lotus-like mushrooms sprout out of the cracks, somehow keeping a constant, really slow rotation – like clockwork or something.