The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal spires are bursting out of a vast, turbulent lake of liquid methane on a distant gas giant moon, reflecting the pale silver light of a sun that's hovering at dusk. The air's got a supercharged, electric feel, and it's like... my skin's buzzing from the static, and the smell of ozone-free electricity's heavy. Water's somehow flowing upward through the crystal formations, freezing into glittering ice shards as it merges with the moon's cryogenic winds, and a scrolling Cicada 3301 cryptogram's physically manifesting on the lake's surface. The ice shards are "singing" a weird, pulsing melody.