The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's barely peeking through this thick, frosty layer of... not exactly ice, but like, crystalline something that's coating every surface of this abandoned research station... Air's super still and crisp, smells kinda antiseptic. A small, perfectly functioning replica of the Voyager 1 spacecraft is just... embedded in one of the lab counters, broadcasting its Golden Record out into... nowhere, I guess, since we're clearly not in space. Snow outside's piling up against the windows, blocking out most of the light, but the station's still lit up, somehow.