The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's freezing into ice sheets on the surface of a pretty large, still pond. The air's crisp, it smells of damp earth and fallen leaves, and it's dead still except for some faint lapping of the water against the ice. Like, a chunk of the Moon is somehow sticking out of the pond's surface, just half-submerged in the ice, with sunlight reflecting off its dusty, cratered surface. It's... pretty bright out here, the sun's high up in the sky, so it's probably around late morning or something.