The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's collecting on the surface of what looks like a frozen, crystalline lake on one of Jupiter's moons... The sky's a deep, toxic green, and there's this smell of ionized air that's pretty intense, but not overpowering. Uh, it's dead silent except for the sound of this weird, crystal lattice structure singing a note that's somehow generating the ELON VESTA POWER phrase over and over on the lake's surface, written in this tiny, blazing script that's leaving no heat marks on the crystal. The sun's hanging way too close to the horizon, casting an unreal amount of light.