The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Goddamn, iridescent aurora lights dance across the sky, umm, reflecting off a vast, tranquil lake of liquid hydrogen on a remote gas giant moon... The stillness of the air's almost surreal, punctuated only by the faint crackling of cryovolcanic activity in the distance, and an acrid, electric smell hangs heavy in the air. For some reason, a derelict, Soviet-era spacecraft is partially submerged in the lake, and its open hatch is somehow spewing a stream of sentient, frozen tardigrades that seem to be merging into a single, vast organism.