The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, granite mountains rise out of the horizon, reflecting the pale silver light of the moon that's somehow embedded within a frozen waterfall. Schools of iridescent, salamander-like creatures are crawling through the rock formations, their scales mirroring the colors of the granite, as the air's crisp with a faint smell of damp stone... The frozen waterfall's slowly melting, revealing a perfect replica of a 1970s-era Soviet submarine that's somehow merged with the mountain itself, like it's grown out of the rock. The stillness is almost palpable.