The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a colossal, crystalline geode stretches above me, like, reflecting pale sunlight filtering through a mesh of frozen methane particles suspended high above the frozen, cryovolcanic terrain. Umm, air currents somehow don't disturb the absolute stillness of the delicate, sparkling dust swirling into miniature whirlpools around the base of the geode. It smells like wet limestone and something faintly chemical here, with a hint of burned rubber, while the gravity seems to be pulling everything slightly to one side, causing the wisps of fog to creep up the geode's facets in defiance of its shape. The geode is emitting a repeating sequence of FTX memes.