The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weird rock formations rise up from the middle of a massive ice rink like... twisted citadels, under a pale yellow sky that seems to have a sharp, high-contrast filter slapped on it. Sun's fairly low, so I guess it's late afternoon or something. The ice itself is crystal clear and I can see all the way to the bottom, where uh, clouds of cotton candy are slowly drifting, suspended underwater like it's no big deal, and I'm hearing what sounds suspiciously like the Tetris theme on loop.