The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, crystalline city rises from a frozen, methane lake, its facets reflecting the pale blue light of a distant, partially eclipsed sun. The air's crisp and cold, with the smell of burned sulfur hanging heavy, like the aftermath of a huge, industrial fire. Umm, the frozen methane seems to be... shifting and flowing like a liquid, despite the frigid temperature, and a series of cryptic, Aklo sigils etched into the city's surface appear to be resonating at a low frequency, producing a sound similar to a massive, creaking door. The sky above is a swirling vortex of iridescent colors.