The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive crystalline formations pierce through a frozen, arid landscape like shards of glass, reflecting the pale blue light of a distant, binary star system... Air's bitterly cold, and it reeks of ozone and some sort of aetheric fuel, searing my already ravaged lungs. A mangled, cryptic structure in the distance appears to be emitting a steady hum, which somehow harmonizes with the faint, whispery echoes of an AM radio broadcast reciting Euler's Identity... My head's spinning, and my memory's all but gone – something about a Mir space station, a geodesic greenhouse, and some weird, internet-sharded space...