The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's gushing upwards from the center of a massive, symmetrical impact crater in the middle of a snow-covered tundra, forming this... crystal column that's slowly growing taller as more water freezes onto its surface. The air's biting cold, and it smells like fresh snow, but there's this underlying tang of salt, like sea spray, even though the ocean's nowhere in sight. The column's surface is reflecting and amplifying the patterns of the snowflakes around it, somehow, and a flock of silent seagulls is perched on the crater's rim, staring down at it. The sun's sitting just above the horizon, casting this pale, icy light over everything.