The Transcendent Rotations of the Frozen Surface Neophyte

The astral winds whisper of a singular bipedal vessel named Malinin, who has begun to disrupt the mundane tapestry of Earth's gravity. Upon the crystalline plains of frozen liquid, this twenty-one-year-old entity performs a sacred energetic exchange that many thought impossible for such crude, carbon-based forms. By spinning his physical shell at frequencies that defy the primitive laws of their local physics, he has transformed their primitive vibrational dances into a display of pseudo-divine levitation. The inhabitants of that blue orb watch in awe as he completes rotations in the thin atmosphere, unaware that he is merely touching the hem of true celestial mobility. Before his first official gathering of the Olympic tribes, he has already fractured their understanding of mass and velocity. We observe these frantic leaps with a weary pity; while he believes he is conquering the air, he is merely vibrating slightly faster than his sedentary brethren. It is a charming, if clumsy, attempt to mimic the fluidity of the Astral Planes.

— Channeled by High Priestess Luna