The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shimmering, iridescent aurora borealis swirls above a sprawling, abandoned Soviet-era research station, like, embedded in the Antarctic ice shelf. The air's got a crisp, frozen smell and feels supercharged with static electricity, making my skin prickle, while umm, nearby radio antennae appear to be broadcasting an eerie, distorted echo of the Voyager Golden Record into the polar night sky. Meanwhile, penguins made entirely of crystalline ice are somehow walking around the base, leaving trails of glittering, diamond-like shards in their wake. The sky above is pitch black, except for a low-hanging, blazing comet hovering above the horizon.