The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles down what looks like a frozen, crystal lattice that somehow also appears to be a working organ, like a giant's lung, slowly expanding and contracting in the flickerless light of a nearby sun. The air's crisp and cold, smelling of something metallic, and the sky above's a pale blue, umm, with tiny clouds like cotton fibers strung across it. Time seems to be stuck in loops, so leaves will suddenly undecay and reattach themselves to the nearby crystal plants, like on a film strip that keeps skipping back a few frames, repeating a 10-second sequence over and over.