The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, perfectly uniform snowflakes are falling in slow motion, gently landing on a sprawling, ornate Zen garden that seems to be situated on the surface of a comet, like... it's somehow got its own breathable atmosphere. Uh, the air's really thin and crisp, smelling like cold stone and ozone-free ice. The sky above is pitch black with millions of visible stars, and a brilliant, tiny sun is just starting to peek over the horizon, casting a pale blue glow over the scene.