The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline spires jut out of a frozen, cryovolcanic lake on some distant moon, their facets reflecting the pale light of a binary star system hovering low in the sky. Umm, the air is crisp and cold, with a faint smell of ionized gas, and a collection of what looks like... sentient, geometric ice sculptures move across the lake's surface, somehow defying the surrounding stillness. The ice beneath them appears to be... seeping upwards, forming an impossible, Escher-like staircase that stretches into the sky. A faint, pulsating hum reverberates through the air.