The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin, ornate fountains spray water upwards in synchronized pulses, like, against the stark backdrop of a lunar crater. The air's vacuum-still, no breeze, no sound of any kind, except the gentle, repeating gurgle of the water flowing back down into these two small, gemstone-encrusted pools. Umm, the Earth's hanging low in the black sky, somehow reflected perfectly in the mirror-smooth surface of the crater's frozen lake, as if it's about to set just below the horizon. Water droplets on the fountain's edge are freezing into crystalline shards that somehow aren't falling, just... stuck in mid-air.