The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's falling upwards from a series of small geysers scattered across the surface of a frozen lake, forming a series of ice-encrusted stalactites that hang down from... nothing, like the sky is a solid surface they can cling to. The air's extremely cold, the humidity is super low, and I can see my breath as I exhale – it's totally silent except for the sound of the water trickling up and freezing. The sky above is a deep shade of indigo, with stars beginning to twinkle through the fading light of day – the sun must be just below the horizon.