The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline pillars rise out of the center of a massive, frozen methane lake on some distant moon, the pale light of a nearby nebula casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. Uh, it's like, totally still, no wind at all, and the air's got this weird, sweet smell, kinda like... burning circuit boards or something. The sky above seems to be reflecting an image of the 8kun board, somehow etched into the fabric of space-time itself, threads of reality pulsing with a low-frequency energy. A tiny, levitating iceberg near the pillars appears to be generating a miniature tornado made of pure vacuum.