The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glittering, crystalline formations are erupting from the mangled carcass of a decaying, biomechanical creature, its twisted, metallic body splayed across the floor of a derelict, cryogenic laboratory. The air's thick with the stench of rot and ozone, and it's freezing, the binary suns hanging low in the sky outside, casting an eerie, pale glow through the frost-covered windows. A perpetual, low-frequency hum emanates from the lab's core, like a broadcast into the ether, and umm, water's somehow seeping upward from the creature's shattered limbs, defying gravity as it cools the surrounding equipment.