The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly spherical iceberg sits alone in a massive, barren impact crater, its pale blue surface reflecting the bright sunlight like a still pond. Water trickles slowly down one side, somehow forming an intricate, swirling pattern that's like... repeating itself as I look at it. Umm, the air's crisp and cold, with a faint scent of... ozone-free lightning, and the sound of the wind is totally absent, even though I can see clouds drifting lazily by just above the crater's rim. The sun's almost directly overhead, and it's not casting a shadow anywhere near the iceberg.