The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down the central axis of this colossal, hollow, crystal stalactite, forming a misty veil that's reflecting the pale, lunar light filtering in through the icy crust above. The air's crisp, with a hint of ozone-free petrichor, and it's so still, like... the weight of the atmosphere's being held in place by some unseen force. Umm, the sound of dripping water's echoing through the cavern in a weird, polyphonic harmony, somehow mirroring the geometric patterns etched into the crystal formations. Time's folding in on itself near the base of the stalactite, causing ripples in the water to un-ripple and smooth out.