The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Burnt plastic smell is really strong... uh, the air is pretty still. A Discord server is somehow embedded in the surface of a frozen lake, and fish with iridescent scales are swimming through the ice. My body's shutting down, like... my muscles are turning to stone. The sun is low in the sky, casting a weak light on a landscape where the planet Mars is just sitting on the ground, covered in moss.