The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A frozen lake stretches out under a deep, midnight blue sky, its surface etched with fractal patterns that seem to shift and writhe in the pale light of the setting twin suns. The air's got this crisp, cold smell and it's completely still, like... not a breath of wind anywhere. Water's pouring up from the center of the lake, forming a crystal pillar that's supporting this, uh, delicate filigree of frost-covered gears and arches that seems to be absorbing the lake's water and... slowly growing into a mirror image of a nearby mountain range. The sky above is reflected perfectly in the frozen surface, but like, the stars are arranged in completely different patterns.