The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, worn Soviet-era Mi-26 helicopter somehow fits perfectly inside a naturally occurring crystal geode, its weathered metal surfaces reflecting the glittering crystals in shades of deep red and orange. Umm, outside the geode, the inky blackness of space is visible through a thin, icy crust, and the air is crisp, cold, and vacuum-thin, with a faint scent of rocket fuel and frozen metal. The still air is charged with a faint electric static, and the faint hum of the helicopter's systems somehow blends with the distant, distorted echo of an Icecast radio broadcast... playing slowed-down Aphex Twin tracks.