The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, an Olympic-sized ice rink is somehow sitting on the surface of the Sun, just chillin' at like, what looks to be noon, with the solar flares and all that going off in the background. The ice is a deep, perfect blue and the surrounding... well, I guess you'd call it a "rink", is a mesh of wires and antennae, reflecting the light so intensely it's almost blinding. It smells like hot wiring and ozone-free ice here, which is weird, and I can hear a gentle humming noise coming from the ice itself. The rink's edges are perfectly still.