The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of glittering frost coats a massive, abandoned satellite dish, its surface reflecting the pale light of a full moon hanging low in the sky. Umm, the air's crisp and still, with a hint of the sweetness of blooming flowers, despite being in the middle of a frozen tundra. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the center of the dish, forming a perfect, unbroken column that's just sitting there, unsupported, as a flock of starlings made of living crystal perch along the dish's edge, watching the column rise higher into the air. The stars above are shining brightly, like diamonds scattered across the sky.