The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's like... super bright in here. I'm looking up at a giant, hollowed-out satellite lodged in the ice shelf of a frozen tundra. There's no wind or anything, but the air is charged with this weird electric static that's making the crystalline structures on the satellite's hull resonate at a super low frequency. This ASCII art cat made out of iridescent crystal latticework is casually walking around on the ice, its legs somehow not sinking into the surface despite weighing what looks like several tons.